“What do you think?” she asked, crouching down next to me and brushing stray hairs from my face. “Think?” I asked back with a slightly insane ...iggle. “I don’t think I can think yet.” “Can you walk?” I had to think about that for a moment, then shook my head. “But I can crawl.” “Then, my little kinky pet, crawl to the bathroom. You’re sweaty and you stink.” I blushed at the reminder of my disheveled state, but I nonetheless followed her orders. A shower sounded like just the thing I needed. And. Then bit by bit she felt the stream of semen slow down. The spurts were farther apart now. She reached behind her and grabbed his nuts, milking him for more hot cream. She wrapped her fist around the base of his shaft and jerked it off. His cock rammed against her butt while she squeezed the last few drops of cream into her sore tight asshole.Malik rammed his prick into her asshole a few more times and then pulled it out of her tight wet opening. Gail slid her hand up and down the wet shaft and. A proud and arrogant looking man sat on the throne, gazing down at him with his sharp eyes. This was the King of Nicaea. Shivers ran down the spine of the soldier as he was observed by the King."How long until they reach the castle?" The man asked in a cold, uncaring voice."It is estimated that they will arrive anywhere from 15 to 30 minutes." The soldier said slowly, fear prominent on his face. The king leaned back into the throne and thought for a moment."Tell the soldiers to barricade all. .. I turned to our extremely wary audience. "All right! Ladies! Volunteers should form a single line..." Women of all ages started shuffling here and there. A few went to the back and sat down; I figured that maybe I should give the standard briefing -- it seemed like even after over a year, some people didn't get the word... "A few notes before we get started, Ladies. First, if physical issues are constraining you from coming forward, don't let them -- Confederation medical teams can do.