Roka was the only royal hand who treated any of Ortangu’s forces with kindness, even when Ortangu’s barbarians would go out there very way to torm...nt Roka. Still Roka would smile, and keep trudging even going as far as to help Ortangu when several goons turned against him in the royal prison. Not long after that, reinforcements came and destroyed Madjeiac’s prison strong hold, killing the king and hurting Roka badly in the process. It inverted Roka’s world as finally he had seen the true nature. He was pumping and pumping, not showing signs of tiredness. I loved when he pulled completely out and then went back in to the bottom, pushing so hard…After half an hour pumping my cunt, he finally spoke.In a calm manner, his deep voice said he was going to cum…Then I knew he was a black man…I was pretty sure he was black. I begged him to cum in my cunt and he pounded me harder and deeper than he had before. I could feel his cock becoming a steel rod as he fucked me. Then I felt wetness. It was. She was not feeling particularly depressed, just a little down after not being asked to dance by the clueless males in attendance. The presence of Master Poundbottom came to her attention when he emitted a rather loud snore with his head resting uncomfortably on the stained tablecloth. The very first thing she noticed besides the obvious trim appearance of his nicely designed bum was his shoes which were in the latest fashion and spotlessly clean. It was such a departure from most of the males. She murmured to him the truth. That he was useless to her and if he wanted to be on the receiving end of her flogger that he could call the number on the card she flung in his face.Later we found out that he had called our friend, and was spending had spent four uninterrupted months at a secluded farm and training camp. Some people were just meant for this lifestyle. He had astonishingly nodded and kissed the ground in front of her before scurrying to his feet and finding his own way back out.