Please sir, what do you want? I begged softly, why? I watched as you tied my hands to the branch above me, but too high as I was on my tiptoes. So be...autiful you whispered as your hand caressed my cheek and wiped the tears from it and all mine. Your hands ripped my dress from my body leaving me only in white lace bra and matching panties. Looking so innocent arent you cutie. I flinched as he slapped my arse. Please, let me go I cried slightly louder than before as you slipped a finger inside my. Had it been taken on such a raid? Had it been pulled from the neck of a grieving wife, crying for her dying son, soon to be taken as a slave, soon to be raped?I entered the room and greeted my husband, bowing my head."Telemachus, my dear husband." My dear wife. Mentes, friend of my father, this is she."Mentes sat at his right hand in a chair only slightly smaller. He was old and weathered, with a trimmed gray beard and many scars. He was stocky, but even in his long, rich tunic, I could sense. I couldn’t wait to get her bra off so I could properly appreciate what God had given her. As it turns out, I would have to wait for that privilege. After opening her blouse, her hands went further south and unzipped my fly before fishing my manhood from my boxers. My face now in her cleavage, I heard her say, “Here! Now! I can’t wait!” I straightened up, pulling up her skirt and taking a handful of each cheek, guided my rampant cock toward her eagerly waiting pussy. She was as aroused as I. She undoes my trousers and takes out my cock out gasping ‘Oh Wow !!!!’ as she holds its rigid form in her cool hand. Gina starts to pull at it, I kiss her mouth in encouragement and my hand caresses her naked breast flicking the nipple with my thumb. She feels herself getting damp and knows that she wants that cock. Being hard makes me feel good. My hand pulls up her skirt, I explore her swollen pussy through the soft silky material. Gina feels hot and damp in my hand.Gina encourages me and.