Yes my love, this will be his purpose. Purpose? You speak about him as if hes an appliance not a child. Who are you to decide his purpose? I am his pr...genitor and his King. He will do as I command. His words arent hard or cold, they simply are, as if there is no questioning their authority and that makes them all the worse. I sit up, anger rising with me and I face his gaze unflinchingly. You will not make a womaniser of my son, or a whore of my daughter. He laughs, sitting up and reaching for. He screamed as I pulled it back and went back to the fire. One by one I branded each man before putting the fire out.I ignored the two guards that came to see what was happening and sat facing the posts to wait. Song appeared after the sun had come up and handed me a plate of food and a cup of my favorite tea. She ignored the sidhe tied to the posts as I ate and took the plate and cup when I was done. A few minutes later two dozen sidhe arrived on horses. I waited as the horses milled around. Amy had just started recovering from her comatose state when she felt her legs being pushed apart as she lay on her back on the mattress, and then was aware of the muscular Mexican about to mount her.“God you’re so beautiful,” he said as he positioned the tip of his prick against her cunt lips, “I’m so going to enjoy fucking you.”He eased himself into her, feeding inch after inch of his meat into the gorgeous woman. He felt the walls of her vagina squeeze around his cock as she grabbed his ass. When Pam unlatched the too tight sports bra her boobs sprang free of their aching bondage, and Betsy gurgled with relief. She cupped her big girl mounds, fingers playing over stiff thumb sized nipples until her hands were slapped away. "You know the rules Betsy" scolded Miss Pamela, "No touching those titties, and keep your hands out of your diaper, you remember what happened last time, don't you baby girl?" Betty nodded and lay on her back with her arms at her side. Her boobs heaved with each.