' 'No, no,' he groaned. 'Please just let me go...' It was a last, not-terribly-valiant attempt at righteousness.Rhianna set the glass aside and tugged...hard on both his nipples. 'Don't you want to come, Danny?' She let her palms wander over his chest and stomach. 'Go on. Ask me to make you come - I know how much you want to, so let's hear you beg for it. We're not letting you go until you do.' She brushed a fingertip over his cock with a feather-light gentleness.'Please, please...' He felt close. You are probably shocked by my action, as well you might be. Any feeling of compassion, or pity, which I might have held for de La Zouche and his henchmen had evaporated when Annette died. I was not seething with red hot rage but instead was consumed by a marble cold, malignant, murderous fury. I had ceased to be human; I was Death, and the horse I rode was pale.The Golden Lion was a much larger building than I had expected. It rose two stories from the river bank, where several barges were. As my cock softened and slipped out of Joanne’s heat, and our combined juices oozed out of her and down the crack of my ass, I began to look forward to a whole week of love-making with my little sister, uninterrupted by schedules, people, and the marking of time on a clock. If we wanted to stay in our sleeping bags, pleasuring and sharing each other, it would be our time to enjoy. I had to agree with her; our Dad had better let us have the pickup, or be ready to smell sex throughout the house. "Big black cock, eh? Do you prefer black men Sally"Sally " I don't mind sex with white men, obviously Mr Stapleton but yes my preference is definitely black. Saul wants me to adopt me into being his errm, bitch I guess" said Sally.Stapleton looked thoughtful " Well we need to keep Meyer happy as a client but not sure thar labelling you as a bitch for black men is all that good for business, I am not sure how your white clients will view that" he saidSally " Well my husband is okay with it and.