"So we went into the riding hall.This riding hall was really classical. The floorboards squealed under my steps and I could smell old hay and raw wood...everywhere. But my eyes kept watching Alina flipping her shoulder length black hair back over her shoulder. Her big brown eyes sparkled with delight as she looked around the hall. After a short moment Lena continued her little guide tour : "This is where the horses are exercised. A few years ago I used to be quite a good dressage rider and show. “I am ready…” I let out a sharp breath. “I am yours to enjoy, and will fuck you or whom you want, when you want, and where you want.” It was part of our ritual, it was the beginning of that time where I surrendered myself to Him, and became Ben’s property. I reached up, and collected my shiny brunette hair in my fingers, lifting it up, making a display of placing my hands behind my head, elbows out, and he reached around my neck, fastening the gold chain and trinket around me. The trinket. The village was tiny, only a dozen small buildings. Most of the people lived as he did, out in the woods, in cottages of their own. It was an old forest, with ancient trees and long shadows through which kobolds and goblins might creep, and with deep hollows and still ponds and hidden caves and secrets and hazard, but the people seemed at home there. Buchard, on the other hand, was a proper resident of the town. He was a thick man with a surprisingly small voice, and like everyone here he did. Don't stop!"With that encouragement he let his tongue glide across the length of her pussy slowly working his tongue from side to side pushing her pussy lips apart. His sister's pussy juices tasted go good he just couldn't get enough. Britney's clit rubbed against her brother's nose when he pushed he tongue inside of her. He shook his head from side to side rubbing her clit with his nose while he ate her out. Britney's thighs wrapped around his face as she let out another moan. Bart could taste.