Twenty two

FREYA

“Now you’ve gotten what you want, can you show me the way to the dinner room?” I asked him, while he lay on the couch, breathing slowly.

I looked him in the face with a weak smile, the smile of a fellow who had a fair toll of a pussy he had long dreamt to shove his dick into and cum bastards into it.

“Not so fast, Freya.” He uttered and stood up. He had not worn his pants, so, his dick whose cap was still wet of semen and the juices of my pussy, coupled with the saliva that came with him shoving it into my mouth, was dangling between his thigh as he walked to where he harled his pants at.

“I have dinner for us both. You would like it.” he said and picked his pants.

At this juncture, I couldn’t tell any longer if he was a guard or something other than being a guard in the mansion. But he looked like the guards, with those muscles of his.

“I was warned to have nothing to do with the males here. Please I need to be at the dinner table before they notice my absence.” I said, standin