The question is rhetorical. He’s sure to tell me what ails him as he beats me. XXNX I wear no clothes, my body his temple. Then he turns me to plunge back in, only to have me plunge into him. The guard whom I have charmed by whispering sweet nothings watches me bath. “Does one man win wars? The Queen sits there, still and frigid at his side, she looks forward at nothing, but I’m forced to look at him. His face is red and bulging as he takes hold of the bamboo cane leaned against the wall for this purpose. As I did so hands began to clasp my wrist or slap my ass. He storms through the doors and without pause slaps one of the servant girls to the ground. The man at my back gliding his full length in and out of my ass. I massage my large aching breasts for him, letting out a groan as I throw my head back and twist the dusty pink of my nipples into peaks.
