I’m torturing this mother on top of her own daughter. A prudish bitch being used like a piece of flesh. I sit on my heels over Ella, grab her little...head, and start smearing and sliding my cock and balls all over her face. She whimpers and clamps her teary eyes shut tight, but allows it. So much slime, a bit of foamy white cream from both her parents' sex fluids smearing across her little face. I slap my cock up and down on her chin, cheeks, forehead. She’s 18, but she acts like a helpless. "Why those two?" I queried."Pi'ipi's house has had bad luck with weather and crops the last few years," she said, "and could use a 'shot in the arm', prestige-wise. Me'ili is from the smallest and poorest of our islands. Her house, too, would benefit from more prestige. If either of them gives birth to another man-woman, of course, they will be rich beyond words, but even if no baby results, their islands will experience an upswing in favorable trade." King Kalea," I said, "Is not only wise,. That particular moment signified we both are in consensus.With one hand caressing my head, the mother started unhooking her blouse with other hand. Opening the blouse she lifted her bra cup to liberate one boob.Then she deeply looked in my eyes. Now my lips were trembling. She held her nipple between forefinger and middle finger and leaned forward to touch my lips. I closed my eyes. Mother gently pushed her nipple between my lips. Very gently I started sucking it. She also closed her eyes. I. ” Moments later the sentries were gone and I was once again alone. I glanced at the food, but I was too nervous to eat. Still, I forced myself to eat, knowing I would need my strength. But all I managed to ingest were a few fresh strawberries and half a mango. I hadn’t eaten fresh fruit in years, but the possibility of death that loomed over me kept me from enjoying them.Once I was done eating I changed into the clothes I was given, which turned out to be nothing more than a beautiful, yet.