I was also confused by them actually surrendering in the first place. It wasn't exactly unknown by now what we did to the officer bitches we captured. Yet these particular bitches do everything in their power to tortured waste their own mens' lives kill our solders pointlessly then place themselves at our mercy something was going on there I needed to find out. As I found the king I saw an opportunity for my answers. japanese They had just finished stripping a captured general out of her clothes and was preparing to collar her. Calling for them to wait I produced one of the shrunken boxes from my satchel. Once it was full sized this box held some of my specially prepared shackles and collars for just such occasions. Each set were organized in their own special compartments marked with colored maids glyphs only I could read. Directing the men to the set marked by a silver lightning bolt shaped Glyph surrounded by a red border I told the men what to do. Once this bitch was wearing the collar and shackles I had the men retrieve a jewel from a secondary compartment within the first. Telling the men to press the jewel to the bitch's collar I watched in satisfaction as the spells activated. The bitch was on the ground writhing in agony the moment the jewel touched the collar. But, he was very aware of the flow of the sweet and warm great tasting liquid into his mouth and down his throat. Especially if she did not know the conditions for the trigger, she did very much not want him to know her more dirty japanese secrets. “A slave tortured should be marked.” It felt like we were traveling through the sewers for hours. The kitchen was full. I opened my mouth to answer – what, I still don’t know – when I stopped to think about it. Good night to me! Then to Ryan, “Why don’t you run up and get dressed for bed, give it a few minutes, I want to have a few words with Ursula.” Even though he is fully clothed I can see he maids has an erection already. This conversation, her cute freckles. Normally she stuck to the sides. “You just watched me blow Jonathan,” Grace shrugged. I hate the fact that I'm saying that but push comes to shove he would kill our baby. I know you take your work very serious too, which I am glad of. Kris joined the two of them, breathing a little more heavily, taking in the wetness, the warmth and the passion. This one had appeal to it but would be difficult to pull off. I walked around back and put on the ski-mask and the black hoodie that covered my tattoo—she would recognize it if she saw it—and checked the time. I was think that since we are all fucking each other, if we can get mom together with us, between the four of us I think we can give her some attention. “Just get a couple of the guys to stand next to you so that they can grab you if it gets too much for you.” The other three men stood stroking their cocks as they watched the first one pound into my pussy. I didn’t have to worry about taking him to meet her and then wondering how she would react to him being around, I already had my answer for all of that, she loved him! Anyways I started another book called, "How to survive in the wilds(Dummy Version)". Without a word spoken, she leaned her tight little body over him and licked the bulbous head of his meaty thickness. He had fucked the teenager without abandon, without caring one bit. She was getting turned on like never before; her body was preparing. Grace found the giggles contagious. His work was really going good too.