"I wish somebody would fuck me like that" she though as she climbed into bed. As Barbara began to caress her breasts she imagined the noises she could...hear were coming from her own room and it was some young stud giving her that pleasure. As she licks a finger and runs it slowly from her ass to her clit something unusual pops into her head. All of a sudden she imagines that she is in her sons bed and he is fucking her the way he is fucking this mystery girl. Barbara is so hot and wet and has no. “Ooh! that looks…huge!” I lied, remembering what I’d been told earlier. “All of the girls tell me that,” Simon said as he proudly looked down at his three inch dick! “Can I see your tits please?” For a few seconds I’d forgotten why I was in a room with a naked man. My stomach churned as I unfastened the halter on my dress and shimmied until it fell onto the floor. Simon’s smile got even broader when his mother, Mrs. Hunt came into the room.“Carry on,” she told me as she stood beside. "Rolf was the first to ask, "Why would they have a fake King presiding over the realm, and why would they keep the real King alive if they had a perfect substitute?"Granny Eltman said, "I do not know the why of it, but the King is being kept alive to act as a model when they have to rebuild their construct. A complex construct like a human being wears out pretty fast and a new one has to be used to replace the worn out previous one. They use the living man as the model to be copied whenever. Before I could open my eyes or even spin my head around I felt two pairs of hands on my body. One pair held my hands while another pair slid over my eyes. I felt a cold metallic steel come in contact with my wrists and some sort of fabric tightened around my eyes plunging my world into darkness.‘What the fuc…’ but the word never came out as some lacy material was shoved in my mouth, followed swiftly by what I could only imagine was some form of tape.Blindfolded, gagged and bound, I started to.