" Yes, dear," his mother breathed. "You're fucking your mother, and I'm fucking my little boy--and it's wonderful! Put that gorgeous prick to me, darl...ng. Harder, deeper! Fuck your mama, Harry! Oh, yes--fuck your mama!"Harry crammed the meat to her, the pair of them wrapped tightly together, squirming and thrusting. On the floor beside the couch, Judd Lorimer stared as his son fucked his wife, his own prick clutched tightly in one hand. He was close, and could see every detail of the shaft. “You... get down on the floor... on your back,” Cera ordered the male slave. He was looking appreciatively at Xena’s superb body... splendid, even though it was nastily striped. He, of course, did not know what was going to happen. He hoped he was going to be told to fuck this lovely female creature. “There,” said Cera to Xena, ‘that’s a nice cock, isn’t it? Get down on your knees and take it in your mouth.” The slave looked delighted; Xena’s features were twitching and twisting in horrified. . ." Yes. Promise that you will." I promise."He took my hand and lead me into his little kitchenette. He took a pairing knife from a drawer and cut my hand, my palm, surprising me. It bled in scary way. He put on the table and I noticed that it wasn't all that clean.He had an old-old pen and old-looking paper. He told me to write a contract in my own blood and showed me how to dip the nib of the pen in my own blood in my cupped and bleeding hand."I give myself totally to uncle Michael, body and. During his first week, he had closed the distance between himself and the green blip on his locator by almost a hundred and fifty kilometers. He had also confirmed his first impressions about the planet; it was definitely medieval. The two villages he had passed through had been ruled by feudal lords, both somewhat more accommodating than Sir Yngvi.The society here seemed to have stepped right out of the days of Earth's King Arthur. Most labours centered around farming, but family manufacturing.