It's as if she's preparing me for something and it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what for. "P-please" I sob "Don't..." Once again, who...e, SHUT....UP! Damn, you're a hardheaded little faggot. That's OK. Your tears are turning me on so much. I'm gonna truly enjoy ramming you up the asshole. OK, you're ready now, bitch."He is still bent doggstyle over the chair as she yanks his hair hard, and bends over parallel to him with her cockhead resting at his well lubed anal cavity, to. He went to the door and pulled it open. The guard was standing erect, holding his spear in his left hand. “Guard,” the king commanded, “come in here. I need your assistance.” The guard turned and followed the king into the room. The king said, “Shut the door behind you. And bolt it.” The guard did as told. The king wondered again why he wasn’t wearing a helmet, but his immediate concern was getting out of his restrictive clothing and into his bed. “Undo these accursed buckles so I can get. "I'll go and see."Matt slipped out of bed, wrapping his bathrobe around him."Be careful," Sonja mumbled, already drifting back to sleep.Matt smiled. Yeah, it was probably nothing - some crazy kid throwing rocks. But still... Matt sneaked into the living room. Yes, the window was broken, splinters of glass scattered over the couch, gleaming in the moonlight. But no-one was there. Okay.Relaxed, he checked the other rooms in the house. No- one anywhere. Good. Nothing to worry about, just.... “Listen up, okay?” I started “There's eight guys coming over in less than two hours, and we've got to set the ground fules for this. First of all, nobody is to be refused anyting, is that clear?”“Waddya mean, Mike?” Chantelle piped up.“I mean that if guys want to fuck you, you let them. If somebody wants your ass, they get it. If they ask you to lick their bunghole, you do it. Understood?”They all nodded, excited at what lay ahead. None of the three seemed to have any hesitation about what I.