Do I care about her daughter?
No
"I'm just sure she doesn't suck better than you" I say while ordering Verania, by a gesture, to lick my drying jizz from Brynhild's face. Which she does perfectly cleanly, my two slaves resuming their caresses not long before I join them again.
So pass the end of this night and the following one, and it's late in the morning, Brynhild lying in the bed between Verania and me, that a messenger of the emperor surprises us. I'm called at the palace, where I must be entrusted with a new mission.
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