Beshok grudgingly admitted he had an ounce of respect for the Mor’elda king.The Morgai – ‘Shaelor,’ Beshok had heard her called – turned her...head and winked at him, and Beshok’s cock throbbed, making him forget his current line of thought. “We go alone, from here,” she purred suggestively. Without looking back, Beshok waved a dismissive hand at his bodyguards whom were trailing close behind, not seeing the concerned looks on their faces as they halted. Berenor mirrored Beshok’s gesture,. It was a delicious kiss, made even more special when her fingers found my tiny brown nipples and began playing in earnest ... circling, rubbing and pinching. As she enjoyed them, her naked belly sandwiched my burning member against my own stomach. I hummed my approval, but longed to touch her with the handcuffed hands above me.My nipples became her playthings, as hers had often been mine, and she gave them an exhaustive amount of attention. Of course, the consequence of her actions was a. ”“Hi,” I replied.“Are you coming to join us?” she asked.To say I was tempted was an understatement. She was small-breasted, but attractive, tall, with long brown hair and a trimmed pubic area. And standing there facing me without an ounce of self-consciousness.Yet I couldn’t. “I don’t think so. I’m not supposed to interact with anyone.”“Ah,” she replied. "So you’re a newbie.”“You know about that?”“Yes,” she said amiably. “That’s the rule when we first arrive here. They want to control. Ye story thodi lambi hai. Me ek ladke se pyar karti the wo musalman tha uska name salim tha dikhne me ek dam hot and gora tha me use bahut he pasand karti the me uske piche pagal thi mene samne se propose kiya to usne muje reject kar diya phir bhi me tray karti rahe wo muje reject karta gaya me guse me aa gaye mere hi sco me ek ladka raheta tha jiska name tarun tha wo muje like karta tha and wo bhi dikhne me smart tha me usko ignor karti the . Phir muje ek idea aaya ki me tarun ko ha kahu sayad.