By the son of a common knight no less!’ Mary flinched under the harsh words. ‘We are in love mother. I will not marry Henry.’ The Queen glared. ...��You will do as I tell you to do. I did not spend a King’s ransom on your education to give you to a man only recently made an earl. And even that, a lowly title.’ Tears welled in Mary’s eyes, and began to overflow. ‘I don’t care about his title…’ ‘Your opinion does not matter. Clearly you are unable to maintain good judgement.’ The Queen’s voice. Before she could wear them she had to remove the ones she wore to work. Both seemed like a menace when she first bought them, but by now they were borderline comfortable. She knew she would have to get bigger ones soon. With a plop she took out the plug and put it in her mouth to clean off the butt juice and remnants of the habanero sauce she coated it with every two hours. It felt strange to no longer have her ass plugged and she hurried to cover her home plug with a capsaicin cr?me she got. The flashing images, the flashing messages, it was everything I loved and everything I felt. Video clips and images of both beautiful dicks and beautiful women, faces, breasts and asses, all mixed together and flashing on my screen. No porn had ever excited me more, I was drawn into its world. “One taste of cock and you are hooked” I read the words, I knew and maybe feared they were true. “You love the taste” “Give in to your urges” “You love cock. You are a faggot!” The words and images bled. He had her firmly pinned to the ground and legs so widely spread she must have felt him way deep inside her.She must have been so wet as I could hear rhythmic squelching sounds as he pumped his tool inside her hot little cunt. He then grabbed her ankles and pulled them up onto his shoulders. He let out a groan as this angle must have been gripping his cock more and he rolled his head back a couple of times. I was fixed to the spot, they were so engrossed in each other and oblivious to me.