He stood and approached Ireth, speaking his titles and lands; words that were lost on Ireth in her fear. He cupped her chin and brought her to her fe...et, forcing her to meet his stare. “My name is Rudyard Yasmin Pattan, Knight of King Eragaar, Duke of Greystone, and third in line for the throne. You are now my slave. Your ear will forever be your mark of servitude…” he trailed off as he turned her head to examine her ear. There was no mark. It was uncut. Pattan threw her aside in anger. . He pumped himself furiously, my daughter's mouth stretched wide, looking up at him now as he quickened his pace.Charlie was stripping behind her then, shirt, then his pants and shorts, his cock not as big as John's, getting on his knees behind her, running his hands along her body, his erection pressed against the pale curves of her rump."I'm gonna come," John suddenly blurted. I could see the tightening in his thighs, his features contorting. And then he was bucking his hips, ejaculating in. Thudding on the concrete floor. "Fuck," he laughed, hefting up the hammer. "This shit's heavier than I thought. Last chance, Sammy. Then we gotta go ter work on yer." To his credit, Sammy The Cripple said nothing. At first. "Okay, have it your way, mook," snarled Carmouchie, glancing to Carbone, smirk on his face. "Hey, Sonny, which is his gimp leg? I'm gonna straighten it out for him." Carbone laughed and lit a cigarette. "The right one I think. Never paid any attention to the limpy fucker. Do. My seed covered the majority of her flawless face."Lie down," I said with unforseen authority."Excuse me, mister?" Mom grinned."I said lie down," I grabbed her by the hips and jerked her to the ground. My superior strength had her tumbling and where I wanted her in no time."OOO, YES, PATRICK! USE ME!" She fucking loved it. "Fuck your Mother. Fuck Mommy!" I could acknowledge how fucked up a situation this was, but honestly couldn't care less. I never lusted for a woman anywhere near as much as I.