Then out he went once more to lick throughthe curly hairs that covered her large lovelips. He found her stiff, tingling clitty andpoked his tongue flu...teringly at that. Again Marcella squealed. Now he sank his oralprobe up her steamy twat once more.“Ooooooh ... God in HEAV-eeennnn!” she panted, clutching Floyd by the head.“What are you doooooo-ing to meeee?!”She bumped her cunt fuckingly against the man’s face until she felt that if he didn’tlet her set her ass on something solid she would. Doesn’t it, Brooke?”“I guess it does.”“A naughty, bold, presumptuous, immoral, slutty girl. I think I’m going to have to punish you.”“Punish me?” The word had a scary exciting resonance.“That’s right.” He began to walk her in reverse, still fondling her tit. She held onto him lest she stumble in her heels. He guided her between sofas and around an ornate occasional-table, the head of his cock brushing her tummy as they proceeded. His eyes had the quality of a brewing storm and she was. He asked her to help him figure out what to do about the prominent bulge. She bought boxer shorts for him, but his limp member hung down below the leg hem. It occurred to her use a silk scarf to tie it to his thigh. This created a long bulge reaching from his crotch toward his knee, but looser slacks helped hide it.His need for orgasmic release increased with the size of his organ. Angela attended to his sexual needs several times a day: the sleepy early-morning suck off, a vigorous hand job. While a High Lord can go without sleep for many days if necessary they were more comfortable to follow the usual day-night cycle of waking and sleeping. With the wards up around the camp as well as Medron's presence (the robot of course never needed to sleep) there was no need for anyone in the High Lord camp to stand watch.The next morning the group breakfasted on field rations again since they had not had the chance to obtain any other food yet. Mev, Zira, Sheila, and Kathleen made up.