’ ‘Why would Alia agree?’ my mother asked, ‘she has done everything to preserve your honor, but now risks this.’ ‘I do not know,’ I answ...red honestly, ‘I intend to find out, quietly.’ ‘You know the stakes now,’ my father said, reminding me of the strategy meetings, ‘I leave it to you to keep the alliance intact. The princess may have some other agenda, so be weary.’ ‘She has an agenda, of that I agree. I do not think it is meant to harm me or the alliance,’ I stated. My mother hugged me in. By Saturday night, she had formulated a plan.I didn't know what had gotten into my wife, but all day that Saturday she was all over me. She was teasing me with need, making me know that we were going to have one hell of an evening. She kept coming up to me, kissing me, telling me how much she loved me, often grabbing my crotch and saying that she wanted to have that, badly. Closer to evening, she made it clear that she was going to tie me up that night and have her way with me.We stayed up. Hearing her eagerly tell me yes he crawls down between her legs rubbing the glistening head of his fat pole between her swollen pussy lips. gently pushing the head of his thick rod into her slick hole. "Oh shit!!! your dick is so big! You've got to go slowly honey." Ronda gasps stiffening up. Pausing he promises to be gentle, and leans in kissing us passionately as he slowly pushes in deeper. Chad's fat pole slowly disappeared into her pussy making her gasp in pleasure. " Your so. . wenches had a bawdiness to them, a rude sexiness. I saw transactions, and men walking away with them. And others, without excuses for being there, having similar transactions with men.”“You must have been there a while to see all that.”“I was. This girl fascinated me and troubled me. And she would sing, the entertainment, and had a lovely voice, sad, like her eyes. Heartbreaking. Especially when she smiled. I finally sat her down to gain her story. She looked fearful, reluctant and said she.