Most people won't tolerate a Tyrant for long...However, I've talked for long enough. Who even am I? A disembodied voice? The story of your dynasty beg...ins. Will you make your mark on history, or fall into obscurity?The Sun shines down through your bedroom window, casting a ray of sunlight onto your face. You groan and blink at the sun. Your first order of business is going to be ordering the servants to put up some curtains, you think as you crawl out of bed. You look around the room a bit. He starts fucking me slowly, trying not to trespass the point where he has noticed I can take as my top, trying not to hurt me. I grab him by the shirt while he starts fucking me in a good rhythm. Oh god, he does it really well. His cock rubs my wet vagina walls, it feels so good! I think I'm enjoying it way more than him, and it's not like he's not enjoying my pussy. "Oh little cousin, your pussy is so tight and wet, lovely..." I can't help but moaning when I hear his words. And he starts. “Yeah, how long were you in for?” I asked.“I did eight, but I didn’t do it,” he said.“Well, we are not about guilt or innocence here, we are about helping each other come home. I mean really come home. The bus ride didn’t really do it.” I said.He just nodded and moved to the coffee pot. He come in and sat down. He was the only one who showed up, but he was a start. We spent the next thirty minutes talking about his new life.“I been out a month and I can’t find work. I make cigarette money doing. Ringing the bell was answered by a nice looking guy about my age. He invited me in and said his wife was in the bathroom, would I like something to drink, I told him an ice tea would be great. He came back from the kitchen with 2 glasses of ice tea and 2 blue pills, that he said his wife wanted both of us hard as long as possible. Well I was born to seek adventure and we both swallowed then, and sat down, and started to get naked waiting for the main event. We were making small talk about our.