When I looked at the castle again, a tall man stood in the center of alowered drawbridge. He was dressed a baggy red tunic and pants of thesame color,... crowned with a red turban."Hello little cub," he said, his accent British and crisp. "We've beenwaiting for you. Do you know who I am?" You're out of the comic book, " I said, marveling at the strangenessof it all "You're Sikh Abdula." At your service." he said, bowing slightly, extending his hand. "Come.She is waiting for you."A shock of cool. My tongue plunged the sweet recesses of her mouth, tasting her until I felt drunk from the honeyed wine of her lips.Her gown and chemise came apart with one vicious rip, baring her exquisite, virgin’s body to my roguish eye. Never before had I seen a woman as perfect as she. From the heady fullness of her ripe breasts to the downy thatch of fleece at the juncture of her milky thighs, she was incredible.She nudged her alabaster thighs apart with my massive knee and settled between them, my. I was crying and moaning, finally with a cry I had this tremendous orgasm. Twitching from the force of it, I tried to sit up. But they were not ready to let me go, they continued to please me with their kisses and touches. They would occasionally say something to one another in French, and from their tone they were obviously enjoying what they were doing to me. I felt a hand at my waist and my skirt was unzipped, that’s when I realised amber was involved in this too. It was her fingers I’d felt. He began to pull out, quickly sliding back in, each mini-stroke coming dangerously close to my sweet spot. Between his cock in my pussy and his fingers working my nipples, I knew I was going to cum soon. “Are you close?” he asked, both arms wrapped around me. “Fuck, yes…” I whispered, looking over my shoulder at him. “Just a few more seconds.” He slowly thrust in and out of me a few more times, kissing me gently and biting my bottom lip. I moaned against his mouth when his hand slipped back.