I couldn’t help but look down to see that she wasn’t wearing panties, but revealing her already soaking wet pussy.I tried to speak out once more, ...but I had gone mute, physiologically I was already beaten.I wanted to go back downstairs instead of having to watch or listen, but again I was rooted to the spot on the side of the bed.He slipped out of his clothes and lowered his head to her pussy, lapping at what should have been mine. By the look on her face he was doing a good job as I just got. The man servant was very proud of his Lord who secretly was his half brother. He served him without question and openly showed the devotion a good servant was to show in return Harkun was the undisputed king over all staff, both Olafson and Ragnarsson, at least while the old Ragnarsson was away on Pluribus.On Harkun’s word alone Isegrim would dismiss, hire, whip and kill any servant, workman or Low man and Harkun admitted to himself he liked that kind of power, because they had killed their. From what I heard it was because they couldn’t have kids. He blamed her even though the doctors said he was the fertility issue in the couple. All this meant was that after the divorce, she had no one. So my father really looked after her, and she really liked being around us kids. So when my father died, and my mom asked her to move in, she was more than happy to.One day not long after she moved in, she was tasked with helping me get in and out of the tub. She’s seen me get my embarrassing. There is the early morning foreplay with endless kissing and teasing. He mounts me lovingly, enters tenderly with all consideration and plants his seed deep in an average amount of time. No climax or orgasm for me but I love every moment of it. I'm often whispering "Breed me" as I feel him tensing up. These are wonderful moments. Then there is the fun gear. No kissing, no tenderness, a lot of me slapping him when he gets rough and us egging each other on. He absolutely wears me out. .