We were best friends and did everything together. And I do mean everything we possibly could. We went to try everything together, and we kept a very s...all group of friends because of this. We just didn't like other people in our personal lives that much. In our first three years of high school, we dated a couple of people each, but nothing got serious, or so I would learn later. At first I thought my sister had gotten pretty close to her latest boyfriend, but it wasn't what it seemed. Our two. Both were well over six feet tall, athletically thin and possessed the same square jaw lines and straight, patrician noses. Jason’s dark blond hair was slicked back and his dark blue eyes darted from one young woman to another, failing to notice that every female he made unintentional eye contact with threatened to faint from anticipation. As the one to inherit the lofty title of duke when his father passes away, the Marquess also possessed unimaginable wealth. Every unwed female in the room. We had only one drink and left. Out of the blue, I asked her if she wanted to come to my hotel for the night and she replied, yes, that it would be cool. Back at the hotel, in the hallway, I tried to kiss her but she said no, not now, only inside. I then realized that I did not have any condoms, shame on me. I asked if she had any and said no, she was not expecting an evening like this, but we could do other things.As soon as I locked the door, she removes her clothes but kept her white panties. “What do you wish of me...your grace?” Sansa asked trying her best not to let her fear show through.“What do I wish? I’ll tell you dear Sansa. I want you stripped of all your clothes and thrown into the street. I want you thrown to the guard to be used as their personal fuck toy until every single man has used your whole body as their personal spunk bucket. Then when every single Gold cloak is spent you’ll be tied to the city gates, so if by some miracle you’re upstart brother should reach.