" "It does. But the way you'd bring this up is, as you guess, no not springing it on someone like that. What my guess is you're looking for, is for th...e unknown element that comes with submission, as well as punishment. You'd basically need the polar opposite of that for it to really work for the two of you; someone who likes to subject." She blushes again and exhales, brushing some hair out of her face with an involuntary movement. "I've never actually done any of this stuff. Can't really see. Her voice was calm, friendly as she spoke."Oh, I'm a fucking Polock. Who the hell are you?"The Elf blinked, straightened. Uncertainty flowed over her young face. Royalty, Shanna thought. This one is Royalty. Or at least a noble. The same vibe she had gotten from the better class of Pole flowed from her. Not the Queen, no. Probably not. A Princess, then. Maybe the one mentioned in the diary. She looked young enough to be mentioned as a future mate to a ten year old..."I am Catty."No title. No. ”Dropping her bra to the ground she kneeled over me before carefully sitting her sweet, wet pussy on my face. Her scent filled my nostrils and the rich, sweet tang of her juices coated my tongue in an instant. Now wasn’t the time to hang around, I really wanted to make her cum and was desperate to taste it.Reaching for her ass, to pull her closer, Emily pushed my hands away and kneeled on my arms. “No, just use your mouth.”Pinned to the bed by the girl of my dreams, I lapped, licked and sucked. Fran blushed at his complements and seem to enjoy hearing them.As he talked to her he noticed that she had crossed her legs and with the slit in her skirt parted. He saw a great looking leg up to her mid-thigh. She noticed where his gaze was but didn't say anything. In fact, she may have sat up straighter, which caused her breasts to be more pronounced.One of her hands was playing with a lock of her hair as she conversed with him. Every so often she would touch Bob on his arms or hands. Bob.