“I expect Sir Percy will wish to take me to lunch before fucking me, so you may expect me back for dinner at seven. And don’t forget the Archbisho...p is coming for cribbage at eight.”“Yes, m’m,” said Mercy, curtsying. “Cook is preparing his favourite strawberry syllabub as you requested.”Lady Jessica smiled. “Excellent. The Archbishop is a martyr to Mrs Abbott’s syllabub, and is willing to endure any amount of abuse from my strap-on in return for an extra portion.”“I will have the Archbishop’s. With that said she bent over, took my dick head in her mouth running her tongue over the glans while sucking. Her hand gripped the skin on my lower half of my dick sliding the extra skin up and down. It was just too much to take.“Katieeeeee….. Katie, I’m going to cum, oh my gawd, I’m going to blow any second.” She heard my warning but increased the intensity of the battering. I felt it deep in my gut, that funny feeling you get, going straight to the nerve endings the length of my dick causing. Offf, jab woh trousers ya tight jeans pehnti to uski gaand dekhte hi banti thi,jab woh chalti to uske chutad matak matak ke sabko apne pass bulaate, koi bhi dekh le to pagal ho jaaye, saare seniors aur classmates uske peche haath dho ke padh gaye, par ladki bahut character waali thi, kisi ko haath tak nahi rakhne diya. Haan mujhse uska hamesha achha yarana tha, mai usse chodna to bahut chahta tha, par na to financially afford kar sakta tha na hi physically, aur shayad woh bhi yehi jaan ke mere. A man infact. Yes a man by the name of Louku lay in pain on the snowy earth. He was chained to a tree by shackles at his wrists and ankles. His hair was dark brown and dirty from his days in captivity. He looked strong and handsome, but bruises littered his body making his tanned skin look weak. His eyes were a shocking green color but seemed dull from torcher. He wore torn pants and no shirt, it had been ridden of long ago. He looked tall even there on the ground curled in pain. Roughly six.