"She withdrew her mouth, but still continued to lick my head, ever hungry. And, she was still hungry, her body yearned for more."I want to fuck you, d... you want me to fuck you?" I asked her."Yes." She responded, looking up from my cock into my eyes, I could see the fire in her eyes."What?" Yes Sir, I want you to fuck me," she said louder."Louder. I want to hear you." Yes Sir, I want you to fuck me! Fuck me hard!" she shouted to me... desperately wanting more.I pulled her chain and she eagerly. Lena is dedicated to show she can milk my manhood as if she were a whore in Red Light District.Lena is up for the next steps to satisfy sexually as a submissive slave her dominant big brother P!°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°Lena is proud as she hears me moaning remembers my load is throbbing in my balls to burst out.Lena is proud to receive most squirts of six or seven in her mouth -- where it soon. Our return to Redcliffe was greeted by a very pleased Bann Teagan, a grim looking Theron – damn! Now I'm going to have to remember his alias again – and a surprise; Tomas. We were all so relieved to see him - well, Alistair, Aedan, and I at least - that we almost bowled him over in our hurry to exchange handshakes, shoulder slaps, and in my case, a hug and kiss on the cheek. Everyone was exhausted - we'd practically run the last few miles - and Eamon needed to be given the ashes, so we decided. She repeated the procedure with the other stocking, andthen turned to the rack of clothing.Angela disassembled a skirt, blouse, and jacket outfit that was hangingat the front of the rack. She picked up the short sleeve white blouseand held it behind me. I slipped my arms into the sleeves as she pulledit up onto my shoulders. I went to work on the buttons, fumbling a bitas they were opposite of my shirts. She then handed me the skirt. Itwas a flared mini skirt with bold black, white, and.