Constitutional limits to my power do not exist. There is no Constitution anymore, only me. I am the supreme law of the land now. I am the Lord, Master... and King of the World, of the Earth, of Humanity itself. I am a God-King now.“My formal titles are as follows, per the Covenant: His Imperial Majesty and Royal Highness, Jack, of House Benton, First of His Name, Lord of the World, Master of Masters, Hegemon of Nations, King of Earth, Emperor of Man, Captain-General of All Hosts, Autocrat of. I felt it as she sat next to me at mealtimes. I saw her shapely body move beneath the folds of her dress, and I knew that, come winter, I would no longer be able to resist her temptations.Not only did I conclude that she had been right about what the winter would bring, but I also noticed the sequence of frosts and thaws she had described in the relationship between Mr Glimmeridge and his nieces. If anything, the thaws were more unsettling than the frosts.The nieces no longer sat at table. Charlotte jumped – Her husband had tried that before but she had told him off, saying there was nothing sexual about breast feeding, but the thought of letting this stranger suckle on her milk made her cunt stir again. As he gulped it down she moaned: Oh yes…drink my Milk…Drink your Sluts Milk…suck my tit dry…. All the while Devon held her ass cheeks apart forcing his finger into her anus. She had never allowed that before either… now she wanted it more than anything. Please fuck my arse she. Finally the strain of it all got to him and he unloaded his last blast of cum all over Mrs. Zamora’s pussy lips and his mother’s face. The spent women were still in a sixty-nine position on the grass. Rob, without saying a word, stood up and went back into the house. The two women untangled themselves from each other. Mrs. Zamora was the first to speak. “Wow! Have you ever been fucked like that before?” “No! But it was my son! You know that it is not right! How am I going to face him? And what.