With this all being said and done all I could do is shake my head or nod to His questions. He drove off, to where I don't know. Occasionally He would ...each over and play with my clit, pinching and tugging at it, making me groan through the gag. At one point He pinched it so hard that I screamed or tried to scream from behind the gag. He just sat there and laughed.We got to our destination; I wasn't sure where we were. He got out and told me to wait here, like I could go anywhere. He came back a. “Good girl” He looked different now, assertive, confident.Once she ran her wet mouth on every inch of his penis, she let go of him, gave his cock a last kiss, and crawled towards me. I was still face deep in his wife’s pussy, trying to clean every last drop, every millimeter of her sweet slit. My wife crawled over her, almost straddling her friend’s face in a sixty-nine. Her friend gasped: “Fuck your pussy looks amazing”. She had never kissed another woman, not down there. My wife looked at me,. They deem them to be honest girls seeking husbands at the garrison.Apparently each of the twelve young ladies had been caught in some sort of onanistic sapphic compromise at home in Spain and their families was shipping them out before the scandals broke. Their families are trying to get them married off before any scandal destroys their matrimonial prospects." So what do the girls feel about it?" Well, it's a bit worse than in England. The girls are hurt and angry but the penalty for sapphism. "Did anything unusual happen here at the inn last night?" Gregor asked again, a little more forcibly."A terrible thunderstorm popped up last night out of nowhere, but other than that nothing unusual," he replied, mopping his sweating forehead."No unusual guests or strangers acting out of the ordinary?" No, wait there was a man that stopped a robbery, during dinner last night," the innkeeper replied, tapping his chin and trying to act nonchalant. "But there was not anything too unusual. He was.