It was like all that hatred and tension between them turned into an angry, wild passion. Hunger, addiction for that taste was so strong that she bit P...riya's lower lip a little, trying to feel more of it, more of that sweet, intoxicating taste. Priya responded by biting Penny's lower lip even harder, so hard that she almost drew blood. Penny moaned against Priya's lips in pain, but pain was quickly supressed by a wild pleasure and lust. She slid her hands through Priya's hair and felt liquid. ”“You’ll do it? I expected some reluctance at least.”“I’ll do anything to save Sarah. She’s a friend, as I thought you were.”Petra ordered the top half of the Jailer’s Daughter to be taken off Sarah. Sarah’s face was red but I thought it was anger, not lack of air.“Why so compliant, Stephen?” Petra asked.“Because it is pointless, Petra. I can record whatever you want me to say but my father can’t hand over the castle and the factories to the revolution. Why not? He doesn’t own them, and my. Her husband would be home soon and she needed another release.She couldn’t go willingly to her son. As long as he had those pictures and was the one making the demands, she could tell herself she had no choice.That she wasn’t a son fucking deviant.She wanted his cock so bad. Was he going to make her beg for it? Beg like a street whore?She closed the door to her bedroom. Fumbling in her underwear drawer she found her dildo. A big purple cock that vibrated. Cold plastic, though. Not warm like. It was pulsing, each beat of his heart making it grow longer and wider, and I was speechless as I saw the biggest cock of my life! Ron began to nuzzle my neck, and my eyes just closed as I tilted my head, my heart racing as I felt Ron’s advances on my body. Ron’s hand resumed its journey up my under my skirt, and the soft folds of satin did nothing to prevent his access to my moistness. As he reached my crotch, he also leaned back, drawing my body onto the bed, my hands caressing the black.