I was awe struck, just like I was the first time we had done anything like this “it’s so big grandad I don’t know if it will fit” I say in an ...overly girlish voice. I knew he loved it, imagining me as I had been the first time. Innocent, young… a virgin. He smiles looking into my eyes, I dart them away, blushing deeply. His hand puts soft pressure on my shoulders, and I take the hint dropping to my knees “show me why you’re my special little girl Freya” he mutters, his gruff voice so lacking in. But I knew this was different. I was silent and let him hold me. It seemed to last for a long time and I must have been tense because he reached up to my head and lent it against his chest. I didn't resist. I felt powerless to resist and I knew that I didn't want to resist. I was glad to feel powerless as it stopped me feeling guilty (though obviously those thought weren't consciously thought at the time). Anyway it worked. With my head against his chest I felt myself exhale and relax and I. I melted into a blubbering moan to feel her so possess me, my head dangling haplessly from my hair. “Sir Fraldias, have you ever seen your queen in such a state?” “No, ma’am.” Fraldias shifted uncomfortably. Elena dropped my head, grabbed my thighs, and hoisted me up against her, her breasts flattening against my back, her cock stirring my anus into a stretched ruin. She presented me to Sir Fraldias like a trophy, and I could do nothing but surrender to her, my humiliation only heightening my. It was one of those "women" things, small things covered by big lies. Not Glenn. He had to witness it to believe it!Right after she was eighteen he went to his boat late one Saturday night. Roslyn was at a wedding shower and he decided to just do some quiet night fishing off the pier. That time of year the place was empty, a little too cool for evening activities.He saw the little light in the tiny cabin of his boat long before he got there. He correctly guessed it to be a candle and he.