“Please loosen the chains of the wrist shackles so my feet can touch the floor! If you do it, you can flog my front and back as much as you want!”... Emma said.“So I can flog your entire body as much as I want? Can I flog your wet pussy too?”“Yes, just let me down a bit!” begged Emma.“Stop blubbering about it you worthless Whore!” said Gabby. “Will you eat me out if I let you down? Can I flog you while you eat me out?”“God yes...anything! Just let me out of this damned set of shackles!” begged. I was coming because a moist enclosure was moving back and forth on me. It was then that I remembered that I was deep into Jeannie as I spewed huge globs of youthful sperm into the woman I was holding.Jeannie told me, "Turn over and hug Sherry. Get it up and put it in her. She'll wake up and make you give her all of the stuff that you have again."I wasn't all that coherent at the time, but Sherry was a very willing participant. My renewed interest was plunged deep into Sherry's willing body in. .." she started."What?" That maybe after the show, you'd be willing to shave me? Or would that weird you out too much, to be shaving your own daughter's pussy?"I laughed, trying to make it sound like her concern was ridicules, and that it was an honest simple request, something I was certainly understanding of myself under the circumstances."Of course not," I told her. "And we can do it right here too if you'd like. I'll get a bowl and a towel and a razor after the show."We sat down side by. Which just made him even more uneasy. He’d been fascinated by the beautiful bard from the start – not only her sweet voice and pretty face, but also her certainty and faith, her self-assurance and optimism even in the face of her apparent intimate familiarity with torture. It wasn’t surprising that he would be attracted to her – but he should also know better.He was a Howe. The son of the worst monster Ferelden had seen since King Meghren. His family name and honour were destroyed, and any.