He grabbed my face with both his hands, holding me steady. That's when I felt the flesh of his dick touch my tongue. I found the will to try and start... screaming again but my cried were cut short as he forced the length of his penis down my throat. I gagged and tried to move my head. He had cut off my air and was just holding his dick there. I was starting to really panic and haze out when he pulled back. I sucked in great lung fills of air to clear my head but then he did it again. Again, he. And went on and on. She was there moaning under my body gasping for breath and having orgasm after orgasm. Her facial expressions were giving me the boost to ride her even more. Without any thought and commitment to tear her vagina and give her the biggest satisfaction..I kept fucking like a mad machine and she was great in countering my strokes and my penis kept growing with her moans and groans, her face and expressions from getting fucked by her best friend made me more hornier and I kept. I then remembered that I was prisoner of Sultan Haroun, in his dungeon. I saw the damp walls, human bones and a rat scurry into a dark corner. I was led down the hallway, being half dragged as the pain and exhaustion left me no strength to walk. Pieces of my memory clicked into place as I was marched back to the torture chamber that was now my new home. Menkara was the dungeon master's name. More pieces fell together...I am Zukala, an assassin ordered to slay the Sultan Haroun who had murdered. He poured the fizzy champagne onto Millie’s body. He watched as the beverage slid down her body, and as she lapped up whatever she could reach. “That feels so goooood.” She moaned, playing with her clit. Michael grunted and crawled on top of Millie she smiled, knowing what was about to happen.“Wait. I wanna show you something.” she said. She got off the bed and motioned for Michael to stay exactly where he was. She turned around and bent over, her ass and wet pussy exposed. Michael could feel.