Only moments ago you received a call from your friend, Roseanne Jackson, or Roz as she prefers to be called. It's actually very rare that she dials yo...r number in favor of just walking into your house unannounced, so when you heard her voice on the other line you could only presume that it was something serious she needed your help with. As you pet one of your two cats, Lagoon, she described to you that she had a stomach virus and asked you to help watch over her because you're her closest. She was like straight dead. She pulled me on top of her and started smooching me again. I was eating her lips like anything. It was nice. Again I poured that chocolate syrup on her body and started eating her once again we both were drenched in that syrup. She was like making sounds which I never heard in my life. It was nice. We had nice sucking then.Finally thought of making a last move to ask her to suck my penis. She rejected. As it’s her first time. So came over her. Looked into her eyes. Slowly I worked my tongue around his head and gradually wrapped my lips around his shaft and slowly moved up and down. He gently rubbed by head and began to quietly pant in rhythm with my head as it moved up and down. I forgot that we were in a car, during daylight in an albeit quiet back street because all I could think about was bringing him to orgasm so we could go to his place and get serious. It had been quite a while since I had tasted the salty flavour of male meat and as my own cock. I hid in the straw for three days as these men slaughtered most of our monks, took anything of value from our monastery and carried away our sisters to what I later learned was a life of Viking sexual servitude. I was one of the lucky ones, because of my size I would make a valuable slave, a field hand so my life was spared. We sailed to Reril in what is now Norway in wet, cold, windy weather, we were fed fish and fresh water collected in the ships sails. We arrived in Reril and the whole town.