“Your princess-Mistress has a free nipple, slave.”“Yes, Master,” she moaned, gazing at our husband with such adoration. Then her eyes shot to ...e. “I’m your slave-wife, Princess. I always wanted to be yours. Ever since you took me to your bed.” Her blue eyes brimmed with sudden tears. “I just never thought ... that it would happen.”I beckoned to her, smiling at her as I writhed against Zanyia’s fluttering tongue. “Well, it has. So come over here and let’s love each other.”“Yes!”As Zanyia jammed. After about ten minutes of playing with her asshole, the large guard decided it was time to fuck her, he lined up with the aim of a marksman, and started a slow steady push. He had trouble getting through her sphincter, even slapped her in the back of the head and told to relax. He began slapping her ass, hard, her cheeks began to turn bright pink and then start glowing red. He continued to saw back and forth in her ass, going a bit deeper each time, while the shorter guard continued to. So was I.Our Italian holiday was a huge success. I loved flying and decided that when I came back for my second life I was going to be a pilot. We got on really well together, and with Colin’s Italian, and Mel’s organising ability, and my talent for flirting with waiters, hotel managers, taxi drivers policemen and street cleaners, we made an impressive team. We visited Florence, Rome, Venice, Sienna, Perugia and other places I can’t remember. We hired a car, which Mel drove most of the time,. They asked me what it was and I told them I failed. They said I would have to be punished and told me to sit on the bed. My father walked out and it was just my three brothers and my mother there. My mother told me three brothers to undress and they did. She told me to but I rrefused, and she grabbed my hair (which was in a pony tail) and told me scuk all three of them off. I said no again but she forced me to. My first brother, who was the oldest, was playing with himself, trying to get hard,.