After the wars her families moved to what was remaining of the Eurasian continent, which now resembled the renaissance period of the old times, though... there were large differences, the power the government held being one. Presley stood in dank and dark dungeon like furnace room, her fathers coffin laid out on the concrete slab while a gnarly, large man stood by, supposedly oblivious to the on goings as she and her handmaiden Gloria said their goodbyes. Presley herself had not cried, not a. Sally releases her grip as I stand in awe of what has come to pass. My anger is beginning to rage within me profoundly, I pull at the rope that binds my hands and tug at the way I am tied to the statue trying my best to get loose as my eyes take in the view of Charles stepping to Sally and wrapping his arms around her as their lips met…my rage was horrific at the sight of what should have been me taking the lush lips of Sally to pleasure. Charles is not slow in his advance as he removes. ..and then I sat there and waited. there was a light knock on the door about 40 minutes later...she was wearing super tight blue jeans that were very form fitting... A leather jacket that was too small for her and fuzzy boots. She stepped through the door and as soon as she closed it and hit that lock, the jacket dropped showing me her tiny but beautiful little tits. I kicked my shoes off followed by my pants and my shirt. I wasn't fucking around. I walked over to her put both of my hands on. "Smell that? That's how turned on a real man makes me!"Billy moaned to himself and shut his eyes, but I grabbed his head and held it against my pussy, hiking up my skirt a little."I bet you'd love to get your hands on a pair of panties as wet as this!" I told him, rubbing my fingers between my legs. Indeed, I was wet, and my panties were soaked. I shoved my wet fingers into Billy's mouth and told him to suck.Here he was, kneeling in panties and stockings, sucking my fingers off.What a slut, I.