Fortune was on my side as I found out Barbara's room was pretty close to mine, so I walked with her along the corridors towards her room. As I did so ...I continued to chat her up and put my arm around her waist - she didn't resist. We stood outside her room where we embraced in a passionate kiss and I asked her if she fancied a night cap. At first she said No and that she felt awkward being outside her room where we could be seen, so I suggested we go to my room across the way. After some. You can still go away, they tell her, but only now.I want a favor, she says. I want the King’s daughter to hold the bow, instead of the guard.There is a murmur from the crowd, at this unheard-of request. They all look at the King’s daughter, as she stands up, walks down from the dais where she had been seated, to the center of the court where the bow, the guard, and the shepherd girl are, and as, without a word, she takes the bow out of the guard’s hand, and holds it, standing erect, with arm. Being a slut, that what I do. After lunch, I got back into my position and they started watching tv. It was an excuse though. They just wanted to play with me and abuse my body. I think abuse is a string word and is basically used for bad things. But abuse is a normal word for me to use.My mom took me by my head and drove towards her. She made me stand up and get down to the couch she was sitting. She put my head between her legs. And as she was naked as well, there was nothing between my mouth. I began to feel that pressure building up telling me that I was getting close to cumming down her throat. So I grabbed her and pulled her up off of her knees and threw her down over the arm of the couch next to the door. Seeing my hand print bruises on her lily white skin turned me on in a way that I had never fully understood at the time. This time, instead of stopping and testing to see if I would hurt her, I just shoved my cock into her sore pussy as hard and deep as I could. She screamed.