He teases along her crack and then circles his finger around her anus. He allows his finger to rest on her hole for a moment, and she feels her body b...ginning to twitch with anticipation, with the utter need to have him in her ass. Please what? Fuck my ass, she whispers. He takes his cock and guides it to her asshole, teases it. This is where you want it? Yes, she says and hears the hint of begging in her voice. I dont think so, he says as he plunges his cock into her dripping pussy. She almost. "Brenda, think back to when King Kenneth told me he had arranged my marriage to Hassan. What did he say was the Scanian royal family's name?"Mom answered before Brenda even had a chance to think."It's Barns. I don't need to try hard to remember that, because it was the name of the only other crossover who was banished from Gael, the first one, before my own mother and I."In fact, I think you've both met her in dreamtime. Charles' wife, Gwendolin was a member of the Barn family and it was her. Aren't you?" He smiled slyly. I bit my lip and nodded. How did he know?Just like that, as if reading my mind he said "you're so tight...it's like you're messaging my fingers."I just looked up at him. He looked over my body and decided my pants were a little hindrance and slid them off. He slid both of his hands down my sides, to my hips and maneuvered them into my underwear. His hands were now pressed to my hip bones under my panties and he slowly slid them off, kissing down my body as he did.. Kristina never minded that though, as being identified by passers-by as a domestic enhanced her feeling of being a low-status menial worker, which was the feeling that she most craved. Kristina longed for the permanent simplicity of servitude as a way to escape the responsibility and stress of her intellectually and politically complex in-house legal position, and constantly dreamed about scrubbing kitchen floors and hanging up laundry in the houses of her betters, and of being reduced in.