But it did not mean the sacrifice of life. It meant the sacrifice of her body to the people of Rajpuri.When the semen of the commoners of Rajpuri fert...lize the princess, she can bear a boy child. So a grand ceremony was set up and Sooraj’s younger sister, Sonali was given to Rajpuri. Almost the entire town had her. The ministers, the priests, the army, the businessmen, everyone fucked the princess. But something unexpected happened after that. The commoners of Rajpuri never had sex with a woman. The sisters weren't the type to post guards, but she still felt as if she would be caught. Though honestly she didn't know what her own plan was. She just wanted to see her, and this was the only way she could, without feeling guilty. Odd that, sneaking into someones room, to alleviate guilty feelings.She reached Angela's room and opened the door quietly, careful not to let the flickering light from the hall wake her. Her eyes strained as she walked slowly towards the bed, taking a bit to. Without them to cover the bare limbs of life, who would know the blossoms were lovely?Vance was just the opposite — he knew, early on that he was unique and strove desperately to hide it. He was a bit of an outcast, but he'd fostered the teasing that put him there. He'd craved the background, pushing himself to the back of the line, back of the room, the last to do anything so that people began to see the 'loser' and not the boy.Or the man, as he continued such behavior in college and his first. She removed my hands from her firm thighs and turned slowly and looked me in the eye, "I missed you last night." "Who was she, and... how was she?" she said as she pulled out of my embrace and walked toward the table where breakfast was laid out. I stood there with my rock-hard prick sticking out of my robe amazed by this turn of events. Could my mother be jealous?"Ester Jackson!" she almost choked on her coffee. "You mean Coach Jackson's wife?" "Well yes" I replied quietly. "She is also my.