Lamb turned to Issac and placed her lips on his. Crying, he tried topull her closer for what he thought was a showing of her love, he foundhimself pus...hed to the ground and more cum from his beloved's mistresswas snowballed into his mouth. He could feel himself going numb withpleasure and then all sense of despair was gone. Issac was broken."Excellent, my lovelies." Arazell smiled. She clapped her hands for hertwo new lovers and then picked up Lamb from the post orgasmic heap andplaced her. "You may stand now, slut."He stood upright, and feels the plug so deep and full inside him — he feels it trap the torturing frozen cum in his ass. Will it be better or worse once it thaws? Knowing that his cum is sloshing around inside his own ass."Now, you may get back to work. Put back on your pants and your jacket. You may not be able to button your shirt over your new tits, so I'll just take it with me. Oh and one more thing."She picks up his shoes where he's left them, and tosses him a. I licked around her legs. My hands rubbed her thighs…My hands and fingers slide under her panties as I caressed her thighs and licked her. I started licking her pussy through the thong. Her taste was very nice. As I licked her, she pushed up her hips against my face. I slid my fingers under her thong and pulled that tiny cloth down to her ankles.I then leaned in and licked her inner thighs; running my tongue up and down her soft long legs. As I made my way down to her feet, I licked her toes.. I had made four trips to the sawmill by midday, each time returning with a waggon load of timber. Some was destined for the rebuilding work that was needed, some for fencing and palisades, and of course plenty of firewood was required for the chateau's fire places and kitchen stoves. I had much time to reflect on what had happened between Annette and me last night as Hercules and Atlas plodded to and fro between sawmill and château. I admit to being greatly confused. Yesterday evening, prior to.