Strings and streaks of cum covering her face. Very thick load. Massive. 11 spurts. Just covering the rest of her face. "Oh man, I'm sorry it's a lot" ...he says "Oh my god don't be sorry! I fucking love it! The more the better! I'm called a cum whore for a reason!' she tells him"Now I want you to do something. Grab the tip of your cock and shovel some cum into my mouth" she saysHe stands there a little confused but seems to really like this idea and does what she asked. He grabs the tip of his. ’ Sarah gently smoothed Annabel’s hair back as she dredged up the usual questions. ‘Was it the same dream, Annabel?’ The question was hardly a question any longer, it was just something of a habit after these three years, a question to be asked for paperwork’s sake and nothing more. Annabel slowly nodded. Her voice soft as she answered the other as yet, unasked questions, ‘No, I didn’t see anymore than normal. Just heard those voices. Asking the same questions they always do.’ She softly sighed. As far as weapons, I decided to be armed to the extreme. Pity to have the weapons available and not have them if I needed. The intent was for quiet so the bow and lance were a given. The lance would strap to my back and the arrow quiver could attach to it. I also opted for one of the guns and holster strapped to my right thigh and a knife and sheath strapped to my left thigh. Given that I was intending on a quiet hike through the surrounding area, I felt a little ridiculous, but I also didn’t. It jammed his arms against his sides. Amy and Esther rushed in, holding old waist aprons. They wrapped them around his ankles, lashing his legs to the chair. I had used another apron around his waist to secure the skirt. My final action was to cover the lower part of his face with a rolled shawl to muffle any protests. But there weren’t any. From the moment my skirt covered him until he was finally immobilised, Simon hadn’t resisted or objected at all. He had sat still and let us do whatever we.