I saw that message in Mother's eyes as well. We had used Drayson as though the sword in his hand had been wrapped in our own smaller grip. And we ...had broken that sword in the use, consumed it to our ends with ruthless determination. In that light, Yvina was no more than a tool herself. Since it seemed to be up to me I decided that I had had enough of breaking tools, though Yvina would certainly not be rewarded for her betrayal. "Your Majesty, there is a small village we. I haven’t had one in so many years. Fuck!” Janet had an orgasm and her juices were flowing onto my tongue. Her nectar was very sweet. She must eat a lot of fruit, because her come tasted like sugar. I slurped and drank her pussy juices enjoying all her nectar that was flowing steadily out of her pussy. I then took my boxer shorts off and moved to her bed. I held Janet and gave her a passionate kiss. We kissed for a little while. Our tongues danced in each other’s mouth. My hands were on her. She moved her tiny g string aside and guided my hard cock into her wet puss. As she laid on her back on the beach, I started fucking her hard in missionary position as I listened to the waves breaking softening her moans of pleasure as I thrusted in and out of her puss.She soon started moaning louder as she reached climax and started to orgasm and with her puss clinched tighter around my cock, I slowed down, giving her slow and deep thrusts into her pussy as my cock exploded shooting my cum. I've been tied and bound in just about all commonly known positions, and beaten down, both emotionally and physically. The dollar amount in clothing I've lost is probably in the thousands. If they weren't cut or ripped to shreds, they were soiled to the point of repair. My ass has taken its share of beatings, and intrusions, where sitting down after-the-fact was a chore. Other parts of my body have taken equal abuse, taking weeks for the bruises to heal, and the most humiliating of them.