M apne ek haath se uska galla dabba ra tha.. Ek haath se uske mumme dabba ra tha… Woh pagal ho ri thi.. Pehli baar uski kuttiyo jaisi chudaayi ho ri... thi.. Uski tight choot lene ka mzaa e alag aa ra tha.. 10 min chode k baad woh firse jhadd gyi.. But mera abhi mnn ni bhara tha.. Mene usse doggy style meh hone ko bola.. Fir kuttiyaa bnaa k chodna shuru kiya.. Saath meh usko gaaliyaa de raha tha.. Ek haath se uski gaand pe thapad maar raha tha aur ek haat se uske baal pakad k khich raha tha… Uski. “Las’s big dick!” I howled and came.My pussy and asshole writhed around his cocks. I savored that hot delight rushing through me as he thrust his dicks in and out of my spasming holes. The pleasure drowned my mind. Such hot and molten bliss smothered my thoughts.“Mistressss!” he snarled as he buried to the hilt in both my holes.And erupted.Hot cum jetted into my cunt and asshole. I loved having him spurting in both my holes. He erupted into me again and again. I loved how he did that. It was. It would give him a chance to express his grief and come to terms with the loss of his closest companion.He called Jerrod when he and his dad got home and explained what had happened. He said any getting together would have to be delayed until after the week of Shiva. Jerrod, of course, understood completely and offered his condolences.By the third day of Shiva, Eric was finding it difficult to deal with the heavy, morose atmosphere of the household, mostly the result of his mother’s. He had produced four heirs apparent, the Crown Prince, his half-brother, and two other infant sons. He had even kept up the tradition started by his grandfather of hunting in a specially built artificial chase, where female slaves were hunted using Irish wolfhounds, and then used and abused by all the hunters at what was called the ‘kill’. He could seem cruel and kind by turns to the Western eye, but to the Kobekistanis he was their beloved Master who could do no wrong.The Emirate of Kobekistan.