I stop after bring you just to the edge, long laps at your clit right up to the point your thighs and hips quiver just to pull away. You give me a dir...y look that is all lust as I stop, stepping back to reach towards the button of my jeans. You start to move forward but I stop you. ‘No no no. Not tonight. You watch, and wait your turn like a good little cunt. You’re going to do exactly what I say, you understand?’ ‘Ok,’ you say, your eyes lighting up and the burning lust showing its head yet. The crocodile Queen was certain that her sister had conspired with the high priest of the mummification rituals to outwit her treachery. She should have questioned the 2 slave girls often seen so close to Neferuptah in her own bed chamber. It was just so frustrating. There was no one left alive to interrogate about her sister's activities. She considered going to the oracle necromancer and petition her to rut about in the nether world for information but knew the price might be too high for her. I sucked her nipples until she reminded me that we only had an hour to do what WE wanted. I moved her back, and slowly peeled her bikini panties down to the floor. Her pussy was just as pretty, maybe more so, than her boobs were. She had a triangle of pubic hair that was so neat that I figured it must have been trimmed with a razor. I looked closer, but there was no sign of a root, or anything else, to show a hair had been removed. It was ALL natural.She asked how I wanted her for the first. She would then suck my dick and kiss me, saying that she would impart the taste of my dick, from her spit, to my mouth, so I could taste it. As a teen, I had tried to suck it myself and never tried to eat my own cum. I was raised in a very catholic family and so I never wanted to try anything with another guy. But when I got my first computer, I looked up and was fascinated with shemales and crossdressers. While dating my wife, we used to go to gay bars, in St. Louis, because the music was good.