She looked around at the men staring at her. Then she saw Lady Bertreise and began to cry. "My Lady, my?sister, I have done you the most horrible ev...il. I do not deserve it, but, please, I pray you, can you try to find it in your heart to someday forgive me for what I have done."Lady Bertreise was confused. There was none of Ansolm's male anger in the voice that spoke to her. Instead, it was the voice of a young maid, high and soft in tone, anxious, almost desperate to be forgiven for his. It was a little hard tocontrol my words in the midst of ejaculating, but after they were both focused on my face, I told them,“Look, I am fucking Laurel and shooting my potent sperm into her married, unprotected pussy. You have given yourselves to me this night, and I want you to know that if she if fertile, then I will make her pregnant at this instant. It’s happening now as my cum continues to fill her pussy!” The look on their faces was both horror and excitement, all at the same time. The. " Never this either?" I asked."This is a good spot isn't it?" she said, ignoring my question and rubber her fingers underneath, just below the head. "It's like a special spot right?" Yeah," I moaned.Betsie looked up at me as she ran her tongue on the underside in just that place. Her long gaze as she licked the length of my shaft made me want to melt into her. Once again she tried her luck at the whole thing. I watched as she opened her mouth and put it inside. As she did, she closed her eyes. Here he could thinkhis own thoughts, speak them aloud, and truly be himself. The him wholiked pretty things, instead of the him that held such a bleak job. It wasalways a relief to get home and escape from reality.Well almost always. Today he was unable to fully immerse himself in hisfantasies, his job would not let him. He could gaze fondly at the prettythings in his closet, smile at their brightness, and feel the softness.But he was unable to fully indulge, for he was on call and unsure that.