It leaves her breathless and wanting and she can feel her juices flowing freely along with a ludicrous amounts of cum from Thane.It was the only thing...that she admired about her owner. It was one of two things that her pussy craved from him; is thick rod was the other. He had no other redeeming qualities, and Song constantly thought of ways to kill him. She knew that would lead to other problems. She knew that if she failed she would be killed instead.She knew that if she killed her owner that. More than thee, certainly; perhaps as much as I." I doubt that he has more to learn than I. He has been thy squire for well more than a year now, and I thy wife for three days." A good man trained me for knighthood, but no one trained me to be a husband. Well, the rest of the world seems to learn. I will remember thy words. Hmmm ... Thou didst well in bringing the question to me."There is more to discuss," he continued, "but we can have real play for this subject." He surrendered the dice to. "Wow, for thirteen, you've got quite a dick there, buddy. Face me so I can get a good look." "You can take a good lick, if you want." "Ha, ha, you should live so long. But I'll bet you'll make a lot of girls happy with that. It used to be such a little weenie but its gone and grown up."Matt's cock was nice and long and pink with a chubby tip that would make girls feel really good going in and out. He had a lot of dark brown hair around it (Jordan shaves, if you must know. I like it that way.). He shouldn’t be here. He was too young, and should be studying. But I wasn’t his mother, his tutor, yes, mother no. “You pay at the bar, while you’re there, tell the barmaid to bring me a drink sweetie,” I said. He was nervous, I wondered if he was a virgin. That would be nice. I squeezed his cock thorough his trousers, then sat back, legs spread, while he undressed. His cock was hard. I guided him between my legs, then changed my mind, and knelt instead, closing my painted lips over that young.