For my own sanity I use a few of the massage parlor’s in Manchester , England to satisfy regular sexual needs (Oral, suck and vigorously bang hell o...t of the girls there).One girl who really satisfied and is more of a friend now (and would do anything) was called C and worked at Fingers by the Manchester United Football ground. Mid 40’s , lovely body, great tits. Sexually liberated by any standard, would orgasm when fisted, anal was a delight and would suck a football through a straw - no. ‘What were you thinking of?’ she asked, as her fingers crawled down to encircle his hard shaft, giving it a gentle squeeze. ‘Liana and Kira? By the gods, those girls… they are so sexy.’ ‘They are,’ he whispered, ‘but I wasn’t thinking about them. I was thinking about… oh, Eryn… I was thinking about you.’ ‘Me?’ she asked innocently, licking his earlobe with a flick of her tongue. ‘What could you possibly be thinking about me?’ ‘Aaaahhh!’ he moaned, more loudly, as she began to stroke him. I had to flee the palace. I would become a slave to my lust for my father if I stayed. Even now, I wanted to go to him. To feel his incestuous dick in me. I wanted to bear his son and heir.This had to end. I loved Sven.My door opened and Greta, my sixteen-year-old bedmaid, crept into the room wrapped up in a robe, her hair disheveled. She darted to me and threw herself on the bed, her eyes open wide in excitement.“What happened?” she asked, taking my hands. “Shevoin fled from his bed like the. I'm almost speechless, I am trying to find some words, any words at all! ".. uh, th..uh.. ass" i splutter out. Her eyes widen and then that smile returns again as she turn her head away and places her ass over my cock. She begins to slide back and forth teasing me, I know she can feel my dick becoming rock solid and pulsating after every move as she begins to move slower and slower until she stops and just sits there. She reaches a hand behind her back rubs my cock a couple times, aims it.