Liquid had spilled from her and had puddled onto the desk. She was one horny bitch. "Give me more. I want more! Either you fuck me or give me more fin...ers". she hissed at me as she thrust herself forward onto my hand. I easily pushed a third finger into her and a couple of thrusts later she aked for another. Go for four? I might as well go for five! I might as well try and fist her! As I carefully bunched all my fingers and my thumb and started to slide them in her she just grabbed my wrist. I guess the guy was at least letting me be a part of it, though. When he turned it back on, Addie was wearing her original blouse, obviously with no bra, and slacks.“Now slut, you remember the safe word?” he asked.“Stop, Jonah,” she answered.“And it means?”“You stop what you’re doing and I go home,” she mumbled.“And you mean it when you say it, right?”“Yes,” she said.“Okay,” he told her, “You know the drill.” He let her stand in the middle of the room; he had a black blindfold in his pocket. .Phr maine usse lund muh m lene ko kaha par vo mana karne lagi..Maine bola mujhe pata h ki tu iske liye kitna tadap rhi h sharma mut…Ye sunke usne dheere dheere mera lund chusna shuru kiya…5 min baad maine usse roka aur apne saare kapde utar ke uske kapde utarne laga..Phele uska pajama aur suit utar diya..Usne black colour ke inners pehne the…Vo bht sharma bhi rhi thi aur darr bhi rhi thi…Maine usse samjhaya koi ni aayega…Aur uske boobs dabane laga…Uski bra ka hook khol ke uske nipple ka maza. " Thank you, Your Highness," said Lacie. "Tell me about yourself." I am a prince. I must bear myself like a prince. Full of confidence, and not sparing of a joke or two. People say if I were a musical instrument I would be a bluff bassoon. But that is not how I feel. Being a prince is a sad and heavy journey. I would love to marry another prince—even a commoner if he loved me. But at the palace of Al Swanek, it would be 'off with my head' and probably his also. Mademoiselle Lacie, I have tried.