Maybe you thought I'd be a good protector. Maybe you thought I was gullible enough not to question it, and there's something else you're looking for. ...You said yourself that I'm heir to the throne, now. Who knows what you might be after?" What? Think, man! If I was only with you to get access to the monarch of Ferelden, why would I have saved Cailan? And if I did, why wouldn't I just have taken him up on his offer? He'd have made me his mistress, and if I'm as good a manipulator as that, I could. I took further photographs of the two of them together like that. I stayed on my knees at the foot of the hotel room bed till Omar rolled off to one side of Mara with a long sigh of release. As he did, I could see my wife's pussy glistening wet, as well as seeing a small amount of Omar's sperm beginning to ooze out from between her bright pink pussy lips; again sending a thrill through me.I stood at the foot of the bed looking down at my wife and Omar laying there; as well as the look of her. I grabbed hold of her hips and violently flipped her onto her stomach, and then pulled her back so she was on her hands and knees. I moved behind her and lifted the flimsy nightgown so her ass was in view. Gwen looked over her shoulder at me, and when she saw the look in my eyes she knew she would not be able to stop me - and I knew she didn’t want to. “Do it, John, put it in and fuck me.” I ran the head of my cock up and down her lips to coat it with her juices and then I lined it up to her. It made me want to use and violate every tiny hole in her body until she was completely ruined.“Ooo baby look what we have here.” I taunted massaging the tent that was growing in my pants at the sight of her half naked chest.Her eyes flickered down to spot the strain in my pants and they immediately grew to the size of saucers.“What whore, like what you see so far?” I devilishly ask, running a hand through the bitch’s blonde locks only to suddenly grip it in my hand tight bringing her head to.