Lest I be accused of courting favour, let it be known that I am a Briton of the West, not a Saxon. I have no great love for the people who stole our l...nd these many years past. Nonetheless, I own Athelstan as my King.I recall the King as a boy at his grandfather's knee. I had him in my charge for lessons. He was a beautiful child with hair like gold and eyes the grey of the winter sea. I remember him being sent into Mercia for protection. Many thought his father, the late King, sought his death. Watching me from the corner of the room. Waiting for the right moment to come over. I know you want me. I can feel your eyes on me, undressing me. And I like it. I watch you shift in your seat as I take the cherry from my drink and and put it to my lips, licking the whiskey that clings to it before popping it into my mouth, and I know I'm making you hard. I wonder to myself what your dick looks like, and realize how wet the thought of your erection is making me. I need some air. I slip out the. Silver pistons, tanks, and cables adorn its frame. She only gets to see it for a moment before she is pulled away to be fitted in her own insulated neck-to-toe neoprene suit, not hooded noras thick as Jasmine's but tubed in similar fashion. Oddly, the legsseem to be much thicker than the upper body and sleeves...but betweenthe waste tubes is a slit, affording access to Holly's bald pussy.Once fitted Holly is chained facing the wall, where she hears clanksand knocks as (she assumes) the weird. “Oh shit…I’m cumming…shit…” I cried, breathing heavily.I had never felt my body so weak. I couldn’t even feel my legs. My son got out from my pussy and started pulling down my pants with my panties. I wanted to pull my pants back up but I was still too weak to even move my arms from my pillow. And soon, he got my pants and panties out of my legs, and then he tossed them on the floor.He moved closer in between my legs and got his hand on his very hard dick. I tried to move up on the bed, but he.