Devouring every drop I offer, deep inside me, his tongue seemingly glued to my cunt... detailing every last inch before kissing his way up my body, th... touch of his lips is exquisite on my skin... on my abdomen and over my belly... taking his head between my hands... I gently tug to encourage him to slide up my body.... With my hands holding either side of his face, I gently begin to lick my juices from his skin... dragging my tongue across his lips... gently nibbling, then slide my tongue. Elsie was really enjoying her work and the smile on her face showed it. She spilled the remainder of the vial on Tina's belly and massaged it thoroughly in, from the bottom of her tits into the dense bush between her legs."Bring you good luck to your good body," Elsie smiled at Tina.Tina smiled back and spread her legs, inviting Elsie, but Elsie frowned."Not when guests are here," she said suddenly, turning and leaving the room.Tina surveyed her body. The white cream had disappeared into her. There was a gasp from everyone near enough to hear and the undercurrent of whispering got louder as they whispered my words repeatedly to those far enough away that they hadn’t heard.“You defeated both armies?” the Sultan gasped.“I did, and have come to ask your permission to let Anuk be Emir of Maghreb al-Aqsa (Morocco), and his brother to be Emir of Ifriqiya,” I answered, getting another round of even louder gasps from the crowd which had been inching forward to hear better.“I am not opposed. A leering Chinese, skin as yellow as jaundice, buck toothed and scrawny. A large nosed, flappy lipped black man. And, of course, the insidious tentacles of the Tripod Builders as if to say ‘look at what their dire minds have wrought!’. Absurd, considering how the Tripod Builders were all dead. But I wasn’t about to look for logic from a rag like The Native American. I shook my head to dispel the image as the woman crossed her lower arms over her belly, her upper arms over her breasts.“W-What is.