Then there was a photo of her taken in a full length mirror. She was sheathed it a tight navy blue dress. The skirt was tiny and she was wearing black...knee-high boots. Her hair was straightened. The tilt of her head and the cockiness of her grin were calculated hotness. Her posture was dangerous. She had one hand on her hip, that bracelet I gave her being the only jewelry I could see, and the other hand holding up her phone towards the mirror. She had these amazing curves.There was a follow up. Charles slowly dropped down to all fours and crawled like a dog towards his Mistress. When he finally reached her, she grabbed his short Blond hair and moved his face closer to her pussy. He could smell her urine."Now use that disgusting tongue of yours to clean my pussy!" she ordered him, then shoving his cute face towards her crouch.Charles was lapping his tongue way at the disgusting smelly salty taste of where her urine had just come out of. Charles closed his eyes, trying his best t. Finally acquiescing to his hissed plea, she wrapped her hand firmly around his cock, and brought him to release.So enamored was she with his member that she wanted to sleep with it in her hand, but Stefan demurred. The farmer caused him no discomfort, but the man's wife and her dread made him ill at ease. He rewarded her with a kiss instead.Two days later, they emerged out of the forest and looked out upon the grey walls of Sardaford. Stefan pointed out the burial pits on the backside, and. She unzipped my pants and pulled them down enough to reviel the growning bump in my boxers, she took her hand and slid it in them caressing the tip of my cock. She pulled it out getting hard in her hand she began to lick the head, and sliding her mouth up and down the shaft. She looked up and said "just relax, I know how to take care of these" still slighty in shock to what was going on she could tell I was a bit nervous, but I was no longer thinking with my brain, my dick had taken over, and.