" uih, 'master'?" He asked.She looked up at him, and in spite of his best efforts, there were tears in her eyes again. Doing the only possible thing, ...he kissed her again. She pulled him in against her and kissed him fiercely. He kissed her with a growing passion. He could feel his dick get hard against her ... and then she pressed her pelvis in against his hardness through his pants ... and it was too much. He could feel his fear start up and his knees get weak and he leaned back from the kiss. In the days and years to come more will be revealed to you. Though history records me as a rebel, a usurper of the throne of my father Devaryesh, son of Hystasapes, this is untrue. History is written by the victors. History also records that I claimed to be the son of Smerdis, also known as Bardiya, the brother to Devaryesh, son of Hystasapes. I was not the son of Smerdis, I was the son of Devaryesh, son of Hystasapes, and never a more loyal son there was, but this loyalty was repaid in my. "Marie? Where the hell are you?" The voice was just outside the door now. I got a lil nervous when I heard the doorknob slowly bein turned. The door opened and there stood a big, tall, bald black man. "Who the hell are you?" He asked. "I'm Erik. I broke down a few miles back and Marie brought me here until I could get ahold of someone to come get me." Just then another man came into the room not as tall as the first but just as big. "What the fuck is this? Who the fuck are you and what are you. My wife was in heaven and she was crying to eat my cock while I suck for her. I told her that I would allow her to eat me if she obeys me to lie on bed wide-spreading her leg. She accepted it and I took two of her old sarees from her cupboard and while she was wondering why I have taken her sarees, I tied her hands to the bed posts using her saree, forcing her to spread her hands to ensure that she can not hold and cover her boobs with her hands as she usually do to protect it from my mad suck..