"No, Daddy, please don'ttouch me, it's so rude and naughty, Daddy," she pleaded in a whiningvoice."Shut the fuck up, you little whore," Marcus replied... "you're mine todo with as I please and for being the cheap, smoking slut you are, youwill be punished, won't you, bitch?" Yes, Daddy," Estelle said quietly."So, for little sluts who smoke and look like fucking, cheap whores,what is the punishment?" Marcus demanded."Naughty girls get fucked, Daddy" Estelle replied in a little girlsvoice."Not. .. or at least something different."Yes indeed." The Matron Veránda muttered in concurrence. "The weaving has been much too dark, as of late, and my next panel could do with a bit of brightness." Quite so!" The Crone Skúlda rasped with annoyance. There has been nothing, of late, but doom and gloom woven on your loom. Perhaps it's time for you to take a rest, assume my shears, for awhile, and let a new cycle begin."Perhaps ... it is nearly time for the end of the age," The Matron agreed, "but. Frankly I don’t need to be asked twice – I scoot along the bed and let him lift me against that magnificent strong chest. I feel the end of his cock pushing against me and he impales me, filling me to his balls. I gasp, still tight from my orgasm, and I feel as much as hear the deep satisfied rumble in his chest. Nick has straddled the sun bed too, sitting close behind me and now he reaches round and takes my breasts in his hands, fondling and stroking the sensitive skin. He trails his tongue. Dustin's whole face lights up in awe, as he takes into view my throbbing 9” of thick jock cock. Cock snot is ozzing from my piss slit—and I command him to lick it up. As his tongue comes down and touch my piss slit, my dick leaps straight up, and even my balls jump up in their sac. It was electric. Without even an order, Dustin then takes in my swelling mushroom head, and begins to suck down about half my pulsating cock, like a pro. My abs and thighs tense up at one—damm, this boy done learned.