As I sat in my court, the many nobles pledging fealty to their new king, I thought only of her. After the court was closed and the sun shined directly...through the western windows, I retired to my bedchamber. During the day it had been changed from a room meant for a prince to one meant for a king. The chains hung sround my neck and the crown on my head seemed to heavy a burden to bare any more, not to mention the hot robes. I was exhausted and began to reach my hands to my head before my door. "Please, Brandon, Stop, you are hurting me very much, oh, please stop." However, the more she begged the more furiously he thrust his cock up her ass and the harder he spanked her ass cheeks. While he was fucking her he kept remembering all those times when she would hug him or pucker a little kiss on his cheek and how it turned him on like hell that he just couldn't stand it, he tried to avoid contacting her physically and even rejecting her affectionate pure communication with him but she. Nothing else was mentioned about Rebel. Saturday morning Janis, Sandra and Angela left about nine o'clock. Frank waved bye to them and went back in the house. Diann knelt on the floor at the foot of her parent's bed naked, legs spread wide, hands behind her back, head down, pussy twitching and leaking love juice. She could not prevent the arousal thinking about the pleasure Master is about to give her. She can hardly wait for him to take her virginity. Master got a fresh cup of hot coffee, sat. She had donned makeup which accentuated her eye lashes and her high cheek bones. She also had lips which were unusually full for a 13 year old. “Ah, I just wanna fuck her face”, I thought. I was immediately shocked at this thought. This was my daughter I was talking about. Incest it is wrong. But this thought turned me on even more. I motioned with my hand for her to come over, and then signalled to take a seat in my lap. She obeyed and nestled herself snugly right on my bulging hard.