It looks like he is saying something to her. On the next picture the woman is up on her knees, kissing and caressing the man's hairy chest and beer be...ly. One of her hands is reaching down into his swimming trunks. On the following picture she is down on all four with her fully rounded ass facing the camera. The fat man has a firm grip of her hair and it looks like he is pressing her head down to his crotch. On the last picture he's got the blonde head clutched all the way down against his. So please, let me go now.”Walking in front of her, I saw that the screws still had about two inches left before they were all the way in. “No. I’m not done with you, and I’m not sure I ever will be.”“What!”I grabbed the power screwdriver and drilled the screws all the way in, making sure they were tight against her nipples. “Gonna be hard going through the airport with those things, huh?” She cried as she struggled against the hand shackles. “Does that hurt, Christine? Is this what you thought. At least let me send an escort.”“An escort!” I gasped. “And what if my maid and I wish to bathe in the Korval Spring? Would your brutish guards spy on our virginal flesh?”“How horrid,” shuddered Greta beside me.“My men would do no such thing,” the guard protested.I narrowed my eyes and put on my most withering look.He wilted beneath it, his armor clattering as his shoulders shifted. “Still, your Highness, I at least need your father’s permission.”“My father is very busy. He would not want to be. Suddenly he nips on her exposed clit and sucks, ramming his fingers deep inside her pussy, stretching her narrow channel. Electricity courses through her body tripping her over the edge and causing her orgasm to sweep through with such energy that her legs sag.He feels her react to the orgasm and has to support her legs to stop her from collapsing. She has lost all control of her body. He feels the heat of her hot fluid splattering onto his upturned throat and chest, as she pee’s herself in her.