..should I do this????? Then before I was through knocking I heard her voice say “Yes” , “come in” I opened her door and shut it softly behind...me she was on her plastic covered couch with no clothing on , one leg on her coffee table and she said “I made you a treat” pointing down to her hairy honey pot oozing with her delightful juice. I got right between her thick thighs lapping up her flavorful cum rubbing her clit with my thumb and poking my tongue inside her tight old asshole. While doing. "I want to be protected -- treated at least as well as valuable property. I should not have to worry about Phillippe, for instance."Boris took a moment, pouring milk and squeezing out the tea bag. "What if I do like Boss? Lend you to Phillippe?" That is different than Phillippe molesting me," Leticia replied."Da." Boris nodded agreement. "You will be used, like tool -- not misused. But I say what is use and what is misuse -- and punishment is special case." He sipped tea. "Agreed?" Yes.". Then he laid down my curse. I was to become the ailing young Queen Enara, wife of King Haros of Crete. I would life a long, healthful life, and would only die when he allowed me too. Then he cast the spell, I felt myself drawn away from Paras, from my body, and to Knossos and into the body of Queen Enara.At first I was very sick. However, within a month, I had recovered. Then things became worse. As if becoming a fragile woman wasn't enough, when I tried to explain myself, I was condemned as. It embarrasses her as much as it excites her. She feels like she's going to pass out. Her head doesn't seem like it's getting any oxygen or blood. Becca's lips move closer to Stacy's dripping pussy, but she doesn't indulge, she just hovers in front of it. Her sweet breath teases Stacy's swollen folds. Lick me... oh please… slather me… use your tongue Becca… Becca's hands move back over Stacy's bare ass. Her cheeks quiver with an insane anticipation. Stacy squirms and moans desperately. Please! .