And such a pretty girl as well. She salivated at just the thought of her, as Lucinda nervously entered the changing room in her unusually drab clothes... A blouse, a skirt and woollen tights. Her shoes were flat and dull, and her dark brown shoulder-length hair was actually tied back with a dull green hair band. Fuck! Do people really dress like that. Amy usually wore clothes only just on the right side of decency, made from latex or satin or silk, to encourage lustful thoughts and proclaim her. A nasty one ran across her left breast, half-tearing off her nipple. “Las damn it!”I hauled my reins short. My arm jostled. I almost screamed from the intense, thought-robbing pain. I shook my head, sucking in deep breaths. They came fast as my head swam again. Blood dripped from my arm from a sword stroke that cut me to the bone.“Get her off her horse,” I said. I couldn’t let my sister die. I loved her. Zanyia was in pain. I could barely fight now. “Hurry.”“Yes, Master,” Zanyia said, her face. Do it now!” She heard him chuckle and could easily imagine his lazy smile. A second later, his mouth was all over her clit, kissing it, taking it between his lips, lovingly caressing it with his tongue. He moaned as though the taste of her pussy was the most succulent fruit, her nectar the sweetest honey, and the sound of his moan coupled with his hot mouth all over her clitoris rocketed Lorelei to an instant orgasm. She reveled in the intense sensation, wishing it to last forever. When it. With a groan, Karmen kneeled up, her back aching from the immense task of cleaning the tile floor. Her clothing was annoying her, it was so hot but the job needed to get done. She turned around and saw Christian on a stool fixing the ceiling fan. He was in a white tank top and white khaki shorts. Karmen loved it when he would wear tank tops, showing off his well-sculpted muscular arms. She loved being held there, close to his chest. Day dreaming, Karmen imagined herself walking to Christian,.