”Wilk pounded the effeminate boi harder. He grabbed Royalty’s hard seven-inch clitty and began to stroke it. “I wanna see yo’ bitch ass cum to...ight!”“Ohhhhhhh,” cried Royalty.“Yeah, boi. Shoot that nut. Shoot that faggit nut!”“Damn, Daddy! I love how you fuck me!”“Yeah, I’m a freaky li’l nigga, huh?”“Yes, sir!”Wilk lowered his face to kiss his sissy slut on the lips.“I love you, Wilk,” Royalty admitted.“Naw, faggit! You just love the dick,” he teased the boi.“Oh, Daddy! Fuck me!”“Yeah, Royalty.. I kissed the salty tears off your cheek and offered you’re my handkerchief to wipe the rest away. Taking your arm through mine – and feeling the weight of your breast pressing against my arm – I led you into the candlelit room set for the banquet and we took our place at a table with six other guests. Both men and women eyed you with desire, envy or hate as we passed but it didn’t bother either of us in the least, we saw no one but each other as I held your chair for you and we sat. I am sure. " There was more I wanted to say - beg him to take me, distract me, somehow show me it was all a bad, bad dream - but my lips wouldn't obey. I waited, haunted by memories.Twenty-five years of marriage, and a set of rambunctious twins. Who could ask for more? We hid our arrangement from them, they just grew up with an 'Uncle Zevran' who spoiled them rotten at every opportunity. They were grown, Bryce off fighting at the head of the army, Eleanor married to Nathaniel Howe's eldest, soon to become. It was like a he was grinding against ME. Before their kissended I understood that he was a magic user too. She was a witch. He wasa wizard, or else a warlock, whichever term was appropriate. But it wasn'tsemantics that concerned me at that moment. Envy and humiliation wereoverwhelming me but I was like a prisoner who is locked in a tight cage andhung from a gibbet, impotent to do anything about his dire situation.Drago put his arm through Magda's and walked her to the bar, which.