He shoved his cock into her without a second thought, and groaned at the wonderful hotness that now surrounded his shaft.“Oh gods yes! My lord! Fuck...me!” Sinda didn’t need to feign her arousal. She’d long admired the handsome, older man. The old and weak king could never satisfy her, even when he wasn’t ill. She’d often fantasized about the tall, stately minister taking her in all her holes whenever he came to visit the king.Orvon looked deeply into the slave’s eyes as he fucked her. Her face,. Rahte kaha hai eiha jo nange karenge. Kahte hai tohre se pyar nahi aata hai.”Dadaji ne kaha, “Bakwas karta hai, chod nahi pata hoga theek se. Aurat pyar karne ki chiz hai. Aise koi thodi karta hai? Agar tohre mein koi kami hoti toh hum mohit hote ka tumpe?” Mummy dadaji ki sab bat chup se unhe lage lagaye sun rahi thi.Mummy ne pucha, “Aap humka bahut pasand karte hai na?” Dadaji ne kaha, “Kanchan rani ab tohre se alag nahi raha jaa raha humka.” Mummy ne kaha, “Ego bat kahe aapse? Us din aap kah. "Allow me to step back and explain. I give my sissy sluts a series of goalsthat they are required to meet or else they incur one of my punishments.The sissies quickly learn that I am not somebody to trifle with. Mypunishments are usually along the lines of getting another tattoo orpiercing. Most of my sluts have so much ink and steel in them after a fewyears of service that they can no longer get through airport security.One particularly naughty sissy pissed me off so much that I had a. “Donald, how is Emma doing? Is she alright after what happened?” Connie asks and Donald can hear the real concern in her voice.‘Emma has that effect on everyone it seems. She can so easily get under a person’s skin, making them all care for her so much’, Donald thinks. ‘Even Karen and Julie, not interested in Emma that way, but asking if she is alright and what she might like.’Donald pulls himself from his thoughts and answers, “Things are going rather well. Emma was rather upset about us.