The change in tact from the hard assault on my nipples which had built me to a mountain top, and now this gentleness changing that, but not in a less ...ntense manner but with a different intensity. My moans coming again. The need just as great as it was only moments before, and moving me to an even higher mountain. I took the opportunity to begin to lick her thighs. Tasting her sweetness, and being rewarded with a moan from her lips. Her fingers moved from my thighs to my lips. Gently she. I could almost taste the remnants of detergent on his sweatshirt, expressed from the heat of his chest beneath it. It was clear he was untying the straps on her shirt behind me. I felt her breasts plop on me as they were freed. She pressed them against the side of my head."Why don't you have a look?" he said, as I stood up and turned.Her tits were gleaming white, spilling down her front and sides and nearly fully concealing anything else on her chest. Her round pink nipples rested just above. Those filthy dogmatic do-gooders were doing nothing but getting in the way.Her manservant Eyegor waddled into the the throne room, nonchalantly ignoring the fact that his queen was forcing a slave girl to eat her out."Mistress Malicia, we've finished the report that you requested concerning the secret identities of the Rangers."Malicia perked up in her chair and shoved the slave girl's face further into her snatch. "Pray tell, my good man." Very well, my Queen." The wall of the throne room lit. "Kaglao. His name is Kaglao, he is our Zakat," he said, and then collapsed to the ground, moaning, and begging for his life.I rolled him over with my booted foot."Where is your Calak?" I demanded."We don't have a Calak. We are our own Calak, we have no women," he said from the ground, still moaning in disgrace."If you have no Calak, he is not Zakat, he is nothing but a man and a fool - and the rest of you are nothing but bigger fools for following him."He has wounded our Zakat though, a true.