We talked of weather and shortages, and I eventually asked her opinion of the conflict.“I’m not allowed to have one,” she said calmly, her heavy...-lashed eyes on my face. “Why do you ask?”“Mr. B--, your guardian, is well known for his, shall we say, his outright support of the King and the King’s minions. Isn’t he proud of his part in the Hale affair?”“Ah,” she said with a tiny smile, “minions is an odd word to pick. It suggests you may be a rebel. Is that so?”“If I had to choose, yes, I would. I could hear Roshan complementing my efforts, “That is so fucking good”. He pushed his balls in my mouth and moaned while his both hands pushed me to take his balls. I handled him like a pro, until I felt his hand fumbling around my dick, trying to release it from the sticky confines of my underwear. I took his balls out of my mouth and readily help him to get my cock naked for him. As I pulled my underwear down, Roshan rolled on top of me and began grinding his dripping cock into mine and we. “I'm so sorry, my Queen,” I gasped as I writhed. The pain was intense. They both throbbed so much. I wanted to rip off the clamps even as I savored the heightened excitement the pain brought. “I was such a bad slave. I deserve this.”“You do,” Angela purred. She bent down, fishing in my pouch, and pulled out my dildo made of black marble streaked with white veins. It was polished to a glossy sheen. “Stick this in her cunt.”Nadiyya took it, a smoky smile on her lips. Her large breasts swayed as. To them she seemed defiant, in touch with her sexuality. It was arousing to watch, and so very rare. In the midst of the hip-swinging, foot-tapping throng, she seemed like a flower, a goddess. Her uniqueness was her beauty, her selfish sensuality. She took pleasure alone, and needed no other, while she could dance. The song built up to a climax- so did she. Her movements became wilder, yet utterly controlled, in that only a true dancer can muster. Her mouth opened slightly, her lips moist, and.