He gave me a few things. The next morning was Saturday. And every Saturday morning when the town square filled, I would lean over the balcony railing ...and the Prince would fuck the hell out of my pulsating asshole. He loved giving his people a show. And every time my cum would spray onto the crowd. They loved it . They fought over a taste of it. After he was done sodomy , I would return to my room and have Sobia clean my asshole with her tongue, she was so good at it . She loves the taste of my. So I carefully collected the eggsthen headed for the house and came inside to the kitchen and asked AuntyPoss where the eggs were kept. She took them and placed them in thefridge, telling me that I was now in charge of the egg gathering eachmorning as well as being the keeper of bears!Asking if anything needed to be done had Aunty Poss smiling at me with apromise she'd make out of my list chores to do around the farm for thefuture and give it to me later on, but because it was my first day. ..stop...this is wrong..." I whispered in his ear as he continued to tease me. He could feel me getting wet for sure and he knew my darkest secret: I was not going to stop him.He pushed against me harder, teasing my clit, feeling my pleasure as my muscles began to tense. I struggled a bit more, trying to pull away, but he just pushed me harder, moved his fingers faster, making me gasp for some breath."You want this. I can tell you do. You have been teasing me all day; you knew what was going to. Even continuing after Stacy arrived minutes later.“I plan on giving my new hardware another good workout later, want to join me?” The direct proposition further silenced the inexperienced teen. Even with the less-than-articulate speech that Helen used, the nuances were not lost on Sydney.“Maybe next time,” the suddenly demure, fifteen-year-old resisted out of embarrassment.Chuckling to herself at a job accomplished, Helen loaded her plate full of the blueberry blitzes and added extra powdered.