He stroked my legs, and massaged my curvy butt as I wiggled into his touch. I reached out for his dick and got my hands all up in his boxers before ...iring it out. It was a good 8 inches. That made me feel like even more of a girl as mine was only 6.5. He continued to feel my hairless chest and squeeze my lips with just his fingers. I was owned, and desired. Finally layed down next to me, rough, smelled like a man, I got the sheets over us both before he just held me tight from behind.. I had also seen them give him drugs and more or less kiss his ass on demand. I almost laughed, when I realized they were porters with guns. Even so they were as dangerous as any other amateur with a gun."Well you look better than last time I saw you," Joan said."I wish I could say the same for you. You look tired and nervous," I said to her."I have been on a bus with that clown and his apprentice clowns for twelve hours without a break. It should be declared cruel and inhuman treatment," she. Comments/suggestions are always welcome. __________________ He watched her with barely restrained violence, a fact that she was well aware of. In many ways, he reminded her of a tiger ready to leap. Muscles tensed, eyes fixed squarely upon the prey. His voice was deep and resonant. ‘Leave us.’ His men-at-arms and guards quickly dispersed from the expansive throneroom, leaving only the two of them. She felt trapped and suffocated under his relentless gaze, despite the sheer size of the room.. As his hands urgently began to undress her, Zoë made a token effort to resist. It wasn’t convincing, her body seemed on fire and she wanted to get laid. As garment after garment was stripped from her, and she was left with just her panties, Zoë could hear noises from outside the bedroom. ‘Who’s out there?’ Zoë slurred. ‘Nobody babe, don’t worry about it, now let’s get those panties off and we can have a good time,’ Jamil reassured her. Naked Zoë lay back on the bed, her small nipples hardening.