She watched the internal fight in his eyes, then they went cold. She feared that look. Feared that he would just kill and throw her in an alley. She d...dn’t want to die. ‘My lord?’ a voice filled the room. He turned sharply at the double doors, where Henry was standing. ‘The King is here.’ ‘Hello Eric,’ A slightly balding man walked into the library, followed by two rather skinny tired looking men. A couple soldiers appeared at the door. Henry moved to the side to let them in. ‘Edward,’ The. She realized she should stop the compulsive attempt at movement to save energy, but she didn’t want to. The struggles were turning out to feel good. Sue was starting to enjoy the way being bound increased the intensity of sensation, helpless to escape the cock inside her, but liberated from choice and action. From a rational point of view, the futile struggling should just be a negative feeling of frustration and pointlessness. From a physical point of view, aroused as she was, the struggling. Sandra stood up on the bed, a squatted down slightly until the head of the dildo pressed up against my asshole. She pressed forward. Slowly my anus relented, and the first inch entered me. I moaned around the hot cock in my throat. I pushed back at her, and the dildo filled my ass. "Ohhhh yeahh, fuck me good. Ohh fuck me." Little slut" she chuckled. I love getting my asshole licked, fingered, and occasionally stretched with a dildo, so this was all fine with me. But I never had had anything. She squinted and closed her right eye to keep the cum from getting in her eye. Each spurt had less power than the previous one until the last more or less dribbled out and landed on her breasts.Her husband had never given her a facial. He had titty fucked her and left cum on her chest and that little indent at the base of her throat. He called it a pearl necklace. She did it more for his pleasure than hers. It wasn't that it was an unpleasant act, just that she didn't get as much out of it as.