"This isn't a boy at all ? it's Countess Elizabeth Bathory, who has been sent by her by her cousin, Prince Ivor, to inspect the books of Smolensk!"Tak...ng me by the hand, the mayor led me to his ox-cart and the two of us climbed into the cart. Whipping his oxen furiously, the mayor soon set them into motion; he drove the cart all the way to his sumptuous house near the town hall. As soon as we'd arrived at his house, the mayor lifted me out of his ox-cart and went up to his front door, on. She was light enough to carry while she was curled up in his arms. He laid her on the bed. Her nipples were pink and rippled. He could see goose pimples on them as well as on her stomach and legs, because she had just come out of the hot water. He turned the heating up a little to keep her comfortable. He played his hands over her stomach, and just under her breasts. She shivered and looked up at him and smiled. She giggled and pulled him down on top of her for another kiss. Her lips were. I can feel my balls and the inside of my ass cheeks rubbingagainst each other as I walk and my whole ass is hyper-sensitive. I caneven feel the air on my newly shaved ass. He made me super sensitive to thetouch and I felt even more exposed and sexualized than before. I noticedthat I walked differently with everything shaved, I felt everythingdifferently and everything seemed to have a sexual tinge to it. He wasincreasingly making me into a sexual object and transforming me into abitch for his. He fell upon her then with the force of a boulder descending in a landslide. Both of his knees rested on either side of her shoulders and his monstrous calves pinned her body to the ground.His hulking cock, as gray as the rest of him, slapped onto Gillian’s face. She inhaled as she felt it slide down past her nose and across her cheek. The heady scent of his groin excited her. Once again he brought his cock up and let it smack down on her other cheek. She yearned to stretch her lips around his.