It stings but I smile. ‘Oh yeah, I really like her’ he says as he rubs her ass and puts his hands up her skirt. He squeezes her ass check. ‘Damn... I like a lot.’ Here I am in a 110lb. body with two larger men that I’ve gotten very excited. I wonder if I bit off more than I can handle. I feel her hair getting pushed to the side as Jones starts to kiss her ears while rubbing her ass. ‘Damn, I love this ass and need to get a better view.’ He starts to pull down her skirt. ‘No panties, you dirty. He let his cock off his hand and I was about to take it in when he said. “Chato beta, kutte ki tarah, chuso nahi”. I understood. I let my tongue out and started to lick it.I again heard a bunch of shouts from some men, but now I chose to ignore it and enjoy what I was doing. I was licking his cock like a dog or should I say more like a bitch. I reached areas where I couldn’t with my mouth as it was long. Right down his shaft. I drenched his cock with my saliva. After a while of this, he held me. Even now, I wanted to go to him. To feel his incestuous dick in me. I wanted to bear his son and heir.This had to end. I loved Sven.My door opened and Greta, my sixteen-year-old bedmaid, crept into the room wrapped up in a robe, her hair disheveled. She darted to me and threw herself on the bed, her eyes open wide in excitement.“What happened?” she asked, taking my hands. “Shevoin fled from his bed like the world had ended.”“Sven did it!” I told her. I squeezed her hands and then pulled her. This last year our home relationship had been particularly bad. Sharon had received a much wanted promotion in February, just a few weeks after we had booked with the travel agent, and her eighty hour weeks became one hundred hour weeks. She had to travel a lot, sometimes for four and five days at a time and, when I was graced with her presence at home, she was haggard looking and tired. As the time for the trip grew closer I wondered if the soothing beat of the tropical paradise was going to.