"Your job and your responsibility are simple–you will pleasure your queen and make her cum. She has yet to cum and you will make her do so. If you f...il in your duties to your queen, you will answer to me. Is that clear? You will use only your mouth... your arms will be of no use to you. Only your face and your tongue. Understand?" Yes Sire," she panted, trembling with anticipation and desire. Verarea knew full well what my cock could do for her–she remembered our time in the Temple of Pazuzu. ." He peeled off the paper and opened the box. "A new bathrobe. Thank you." He kissed June on her lips.June opened hers. "That cashmere sweater I was eyeing. You shouldn't have -- they're way too expensive ... Thanks." She kissed her husband."Now, Reid," Monica said.He tore off the wrapping paper and held a compact disc. "Medieval music ... on period instruments. Now I can listen to this with some authority. Your daughter was explaining to me about fifths and octaves and diatonic scales ... the. In that spirit we started to talk about our erotic fantasies we would like to realize one future day , and I mentioned my secret desire that she would allow somebody else to screw her in a nice and expert way, and that she would rush quickly to my home to show me her right now fucked pussy full of jizz and dripping juices. She would love to expose herself not only to my eyes but also to a camera in closeup, a special aditional kick.At first she doubted if I would not be very jealous, but. My cock had braved her suck crazed mouth and was getting closer to exploding. I tried to resist orgasm, wanting to draw this one out to its fullest term. But when her tongue took one more journey up my shaft, I couldn't hold back another second. I ejaculated; my love cream exiting my slit in an erratic manner. Francie's tongue didn't let up its assault. It was persistent, wanting to draw out every drop from my prick. She eagerly accepted the last of my cream. My pistol empty, I moved off her.