"Your Duke of Candon is well known for sympathizing with the lords. He made you a baron. It is not hard to see where your loyalties lie. Good day to y...u," the king said, and walked briskly out a door on the other side of the room.John sighed. The meeting had not ended well. John looked at the contents of the cup he held, and quaffed it down quickly. He then turned and exited the door he had entered. He surmised now would be a good time to leave the ball, but it didn't work out that way.As he. “Welcome to my parlor,” said the proprietor. “Poppet and Peter isn’t it? I recognize you from the lurid literature I occasionally leer at on Lush. There is a treasure trove of toys to be tried for your titillation in the rear room. And downstairs of course is the dungeon. Be careful descending the stairs, and hold the handrail. They are designed to daunt the dainty and to deter the dilettante from descending to the dungeon without proper prior preparation and pondering.” “Oh, look,” said. Her perky tits stayed upright, firm B-cups barely sagging despite being flat on her back, and she tickled her own nipples with one hand while the other one pressed Quinn's head down into her crotch. And when Penny's eyes squeezed shut and she whimpered out her climax, I felt a desperate desire to bury my cock deep inside a warm pussy.I lifted Olivia up, kissing the mouth that had just been teasing my cock and I spun her around onto the bed. I lay her body flat on her back and her voluptuous. She was afraid he was right, how could she get off on this violation? She was very choosy about who she slept with… this was unthinkable… nothing could be more humiliating than being used this way by some unknown man, some random bar psycho who followed her friends car all the way past Julies house, all the way to her home, her safe place, waiting until she slept… her head swam with confused thoughts while her pussy throbbed, all flashing through her mind in just a few seconds while she tried.