There, the captain stepped to his bannerman, and gestured over his shoulder to me. The young man strode over, a private’s symbol on his shoulder. “Heard you got lost in the woods!” He said cheerily, and stepped in time with me, “You Jonias fellas would lose your balls if asian they weren’t attached.” “Look, I just-” “Oh, you know I’m just giving you shit.” He grinned toothily, “The name’s Freytian by the way.” “Donalsius.” I said, looking around, “You guys seem to be the only ones who know where you’re supposed to be.” “Well no shit, we’re Shordian’s boys.” Freytian said it like it was a universal truth, “Best outfit in the army until your lady decided to water it down.” “The good lady Jonias was just trying to redistribute the stupid.” Said a man beside us, “Every regiment needs someone to catch arrows.” “Donalsius, this is Deklian; Deklian, Donalsius.” Freytian made the introductions, “Donalsius here was having a wank in the forest and lost track of his unit, so now he’s shadowing us to see what a real regiment looks like.” “Jonias boy, eh?” Deklian eyed my uniform, “At least you’re not a Droughtius grunt. Those fuckers are dumb and proud of it; you fuckers are just dumb.” “Oh, those Droughtius fellas are the worst! ” Freytian spat, “All of ‘em walking around like they’re royalty because the big wig’s in charge of this shit show.” “Fucking thing to be proud of.” Deklian grunted, “Jonias might’ve fucked it all up, but it was Droughtius who caved. The queen doesn’t actually care about how the job’s done, just that’s it done, get me? Droughtius could’a just given the whole thing the lip service it deserved, but the patsy went and fucking did it!” “He’s thinking about that cushy seat on the Noble upskirt Court.” Freytian nodded. “Fucking bureaucrats.” Deklian gave me a furtive look, “If it was Shordian in charge of things, he would’a taken that order and wiped his ass with it. Then when our beautiful queen asked about it, he’d’a dropped the heads of the Ten and her whore-sister on the palace steps, and see if she gave a shit then!” “Her husband is the general’s nephew.” I said. “But that’s what did him in.” Freytian sighed, “She can’t appear to be playing favorites, so she could never give old man Shordian the job.” “Fair woman, she is, in every connotation of the word.” Deklian looked slyly at me, “You ever seen her in person, Donalsius?” “No.” “I have, and let me tell you-” “Oh, here we go again!” “It’s a true story!” Deklian barked at his friend, then turned to me, “So I was there for the hanging of that whore-bitch Trenaria Tiadoa, right? Front-row, softcore right in front of the scaffolding. And Queen Tiadoa -she was still Princes Tiadoa then, but you get it- Queen Tiadoa was standing there like an angel, japanese and the sun was shining through her hair, and I swear I could see a halo around her. And she’s real dignified you get, even though her whore-mother’s getting pelted with shit as she makes it through the crowd. So she’s standing there, Queen Tiadoa is, and as the magistrate is reading the sentence for her whore-mother, she glances down, and I shit you not, she looks right at me!” “Lies, all lies!” Freytian interjected, “I was there! The queen looked at her mother the whole time, and it was with the sad expression, like she was disappointed for the whole country.” “Nah mate, she looked right at me!” Deklian insisted, “She looked right at me, and smiled! And, -shut your fucking mouth Freytian- and, right after her whore-mother hits the end of her rope, -don’t fucking say it, Freytian!- right after Trenaria hits the end of her rope and snaps her neck, Queen Tiadoa fucking, -and I shit you not-, Queen Tiadoa looks right at me, and fucking winks! And, -I’m telling the fucking story!- I feel something hit my foot. And you know what it is?” Deklian quickly rummaged through his pouch, and produced a metal cone with a bejeweled end, “A fucking butt plug! I shit you not, it hit my lingerie foot right when no one was looking, but Queen Tiadoa was looking, and she was looking right at me.” Deklian raised his brows, “So, what’d’ya got to say about that, Donalsius?” “Bullshit is what he’s got to say, but he won’t because we’re helping him!” Freytian snapped. “Oh, fuck off Freytian, you virgin sack of-” “Hey,” I cleared my throat, “what sector am I?” “What’s that?” Deklian asked, “What sector are you? Mate, have you even eaten in the last two days?” Grace started crying softly and dabbed her eyes with a napkin. Andre- I get to train I am so excited I have made a lot of money over the last few months and with the training I am getting ten grand a week plus what I make at the house and tips maybe over the break I will take asian The Princess up on her offer to visit her and fuck her greedy cunt. Why did you stop?” “Don’t you worry about that, I won’t.” Ryan said. "Please don't make me leave just yet Miss Julie. Something few bitches could say when presented by our involvement. As the fifteen-year-old screwed me I felt my body reacting to him. With every moan and groan from upskirt the middle-aged blonde, and every euphoric shudder from Claire, James felt his arousal spike and his power grow. I lingerie am trying to build the characters as believable as possible so the story arc will hold up. "Hey Jay"! I found softcore her clit, massaging her little bud. Her inner pussy lips dangled just a little from her undercarriage, japanese along with the shiny silver ring pierced through them. She said in high school one of her friends was brutalized at gunpoint. Just remember, if I get in trouble because of you, you’ll get into more trouble, too. Don’t worry, you weren’t naked or anything—not that it would have bothered me if you had been. I whimpered as my tongue popped into Rita's asshole. God. Jane laughed and replied, “Why don’t you kiss it, then?” Being used like a drink dispenser made her more wet than any amount of self-milking ever could, and she felt disappointed when the hands only gave her a single pull, though her breast felt more comfortable without being stuffed to capacity.