Sylvie opened the door and I draped the coat around Serena's shoulders before we walked to the front door. It was still only mid-afternoon but I felt ...hattered. I took the keys from the coat pocket and opened the door; Serena shed her coat and stepped across the threshold."Darling, you look worn out. This has been very tiring for you, hasn't it?" I don't know why though, all I did was sit and talk; until someone gave me a blowjob, that is." I hope it was to your satisfaction, Sir?" A smile. "Bartand, you are not the only one working for Mason. I do too, and we are both working towards Henry Tudor taking the throne. We are on the same side."Bartand sighed.Mason was Bartand's recruiter, he had brought Bartand into the court to the House of Lancaster and recruited him into the organisation that supported Henry Tudor in the war. Mason was a stout man, old and aged. He had to be in his early fifties, which was quite an age. He must have fought in many wars. He could speak both French. It says "Kiss me or get food poisoning."She snorted into her wine.Later as we were repacking the basket she asked how I knew so many people at the church."I went to school with some, have played with some, and I'm a member." Really?" Is that your favorite expression?" Sorry, I just have a hard time picturing you in church."I should probably stop now and describe myself. Six feet tall, about 180 lbs. I go to the gym about twice a week to maintain my weight. Musicians aren't the healthiest of. My questing hand wrap itself around one of your tits, I let out a slight gasp at the soft sensual feeling of your warm young bosom in my hand. My fingers are exploring your bust, playing with your nipples massaging your breasts. The other hand is making its way inside your panties. Two of my fingers are slowly stroking along your moist pussyslit, going up and down in your young tight little hole, your pink, puffy and tingling soft shaven lips parting for them, inviting them to search deeper. My.
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