Even when the third Woman laid an ox yolk over Her shoulders and secured Her wrists to it She still maintained Her quiet dignity. A rough rope colla...r was slipped over Her head which the druid snatched up and with the crowd still knotted about Her She was led by the rope to the wide expanse at the centre of the fort. Here a circle of the king’s lesser wives and concubines awaited Her, the sun glinting off the jewellery they wore, copper, silver and gold. The younger of these wives. The panties were trimmed at the front with very tiny ribbons tied into little bows along the top edge. The suspender belt too was trimmed with the same at the bottom of each strap with a tiny trail of ribbon hanging over the stocking clips. Of course the gorgeous strapless white lace half cup bra matched too, with a tiny bow directly between the two phenomenal 34D cups covering the front clasp.The centerpiece of her outfit was her new light blue gown. It was a custom made Dior gown that had. With every thrust, she grew more impatient and her mouth grew hungrier and hungrier for it, slurping and surrendering to his cock. He was now able to push the tip of his pulsating member right in the back of her throat. He couldn’t last anymore. He took a hold of the back of her head and pushed her face completely in his pubes.“This is it,” she thought to herself as she took a long whiff of his sweaty pubes. That smell always excited her, the smell of a used cock, the sweat, the piss, the cum. “Please, Rohan, I’m about to lose myself. If you keep going, that might happen all over the seat. Please..can you stop?” Hasna asked innocently. She knew that might even make him mad.But Rohan just smiled and pulled out his bottle. He put it down on the platform as he confidently placed his right arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer.“I wish we could be like this forever, Hasna,” Rohan whispered, taking his face close to hers. He took her left thigh in his left hand and placed it on.