Since I had asmall frame and I wanted to live, I hid in my sister's room. My sisterleft six years prior and my mother had died before then. I was doin... thehousehold chores as well as trying to learn my father's craft. My fatherwas the Chief Siege Weapons Maker for our king. King Bodkin and ourKing, King Leo were at war. I knew two things. Our village was beingsacked was part of the war. So was the killing any one of royal bloodand any male being of weapons age. Since I did work in my father's. "Damn baby, it doesn't seem to matter to you whether it's chicken or pussy, it's all finger lickin' good to you isn't it? That's good though. I want you to enjoy yourself." What time is it Barry?" Five 'til eight, we still have plenty of time, don't worry." Did you want to do something before school starts? Maybe a blow job or something?" Why? Are you still hungry?" No, I just thought that maybe that was why you picked me up early, that's all." I picked you up early because I was anxious to see. You told yourself that was why you wore the short skirt. You couldn't think of an explanation for the corset and heels.---Now you're alone, on the corner and a the lights of a dingy, older model car pass over you before it slows, stops, and the back seat door opens. A deep voice commands you to get in. The car is dark, and it takes you a moment to figure out its the guy in the passenger seat smoking weed. The man in the back with you exclaims appreciatively at your outfit and the car has barely. A minute after her ass began rising to meet me, I stopped and inserted the tip of a second finger. Very, very slowly, I pressed down but it was her rising hips that forced my fingers fully inside. She began thrusting her hips rapidly up and down, shoving her ass onto my fingers, moaning and groaning into the mattress. When her fuck motions were steady, I pulled my fingers out to a loud, desperate groan.I stretched my neck down, lowering my head until my tongue could reach between her legs and.