‘Father’s life, mother’s life…they all depend on you.’ They all depended on pleasing this brute of a man. Trembling, but refusing to show he... fear otherwise, Anaria approached the man more closely and began to shed her garments. She took off her sleeveless sky-blue tunic, leggings, and ruby-adorned undergarments. Soon her pale body stood as naked as her mother’s. The slender girl had fuller breasts than her mother’s and her long, raven-black hair fell like a waterfall of shining ebony down her. Saturday night she dressed me in sexy lingerie and did me with a very special strap-on. Lilla had plans.Sleeping on my side I woke to a cold pressure at my rear. As I drifted into awareness I arched my back some so she could take me more easily. She slipped in gently and set a leisurely Sunday morning pace. The immense fullness in my rear was wonderful, welcome. She reached around to my hardening cock and stroked me. Her hand felt like silk on me."Good morning, baby," I heard close to my ear.. ”I followed him into his spacious kitchen, impressed with the design and noting it was sparkling clean. He noticed. “Bit of a neat freak, a legacy from my late wife. She was the most ordered person I ever knew, and it made an impression on me. I often wondered how she would have dealt with children, but she got sick before we were ready for them, and by then it was too late. I suspect they would have driven her to distraction at first, but then her will would have taken over and she would have. "Thanks."She leant over me again, kissing my neck, then kissing my collarbone and then further and further down until she reached my breast. My nipples were hard as a rock, aching to be touched, played with, sucked on, anything. She took one in her mouth and gently tugged at it. "Ohhhhhhh," I moaned.With her right hand, she reached down and started to rub my clit. I thought I had gone to heaven. "That feels soo good," I managed to get out.Her mouth left my nipple and I whimpered, but then she.