The beauty of Queen Catherine, however, is not that kind of beauty - it is not the beauty of a caring mother that settles disputes between men and coo...ls their passions, or a youthful, tender girl that can make a boy's heart bloom and the man inside him awaken, or the beauty of a wife that gives her husband the strength to carry on. No, hers is the beauty of a huntress, a seductress, a vile she-demon. Hers is the beauty of a that dooms, that controls, that makes the man a slave, an obedient. Pulse after pulse hit her, coating her lips, her cheeks, her neck and breasts. Her existing tears turned into body-wracking sobs as she managed to picture how she must now look - a powerful Dominatrix reduced to a cock-sucking, cum-stained whore."She's not done, yet, boy - get her ready," were Lady Diavolina's ominous words to her spent male subject.She felt his hands on her - remarkably strong hands. Her wrists were re-cuffed in front of her and she was pushed forwards onto all fours. Her. "Yes, dear sister, oh yes. I'm coming, cuuuummmmiiiin, now." And his spunkexploded from his fuck stick in a gushing torrent straight into her slobbering mouth.Great white gobs of cream plastered her face and still it came as he kept on milkinghis stiff prick down now over her titties, spitting over her neck, jerking over her chin."More, more," she cried.He sat back on her belly, watching his spunk dribble from her lips with her long,pointed tongue rolling out to gather up the thick blobs. The. Nights he worked as a janitor. Maritsa began learning English and worked for Saint Michael’s cleaning the church and babysitting for parishioners. They scrimped and saved every penny they could. Eventually they moved out of the church sanctuary into a tiny one-bedroom apartment; the only difference in living arrangements was that Stefan could now sleep on their couch.Then they had a chance to explore the area. It was a warm and sunny Sunday and for once they both had the day off. Their priest,.