After a while the women joined me one by one."So," Chris said. "Have you thought of a name for him?"I looked at her as if she were out of her mind."Da...dy! He must have a name!" Yes, of course, he must. How about... Felix?" Felix!" Three indignant voices shrieked. "He's no Felix!" Weeell... How about Hannibal then?"I think Chris was the only one besides me who had ever heard of Hannibal Lector and none remembered Hannibal, the Carthaginian general who had crossed the Alps with his elephants to. It was Anakin's voice, and this time the thought of Anakin brought a small smile to Padme's face. Anakin would find his mother. Anakin would never let anything bad happen to her. Anakin... No sooner had Padme's tears begun anew that a soft knock came at the bedroom door. "Come in," Padme managed.A moment later the door opened, Beru standing there, a small tray held in her hands. On one side, a tall glass of blue milk and on the other a small platter of food. A guilty look immediately crossed. She spit on it and rubbed it with her hand. She lubricated my whole dick and took it into her mouth.She tried to take the whole meat at once. I was able to feel my dick going deep into her throat. The tip of my cock was touching her throat, she was sucking it very well like a slut would do to satisfy her costumer. I was enjoying and moaning with the pleasure. She shifted down to lick my balls, she took them into her mouth and sucked them. I was totally on a different level of pleasure with my. Between the two was a silver plate with a collar on it. Directly behind it was a glass dome with a wooden base and in it was a fake red rose and a fake white one similar to what we carried, but without the stems. In front of the plate was a three-foot length of gold colored chain. And off to the right of the plate in between the red candle and the plate was a small bell. In front of the desk was a small white pillow. Everything on the table had a distinct purpose in the Ceremony. We walked up.