“So how are you feeling — seriously?”She smiles a shy, sad smile, and waits a beat before responding softly, “I’m okay. ...eally.” Nodding her head slightly, she adds, “You’d think I would be used to it by now, eh?” And, like the flood-gates opening, Monica begins, in a rush, to tell me her story. “I’ve always been ‘plump-plus’ — a softer euphemism for fat, so I got used to teasing early, or thought I had.”. Not after what he did to Queen Elia and her son. I won't be talking with him for a while." Did the Princess Rhaenys survive?" Catelyn asked, surprised he hadn't mentioned her name. The story of the Lannister's brutal sack of Kings Landing was widely known, even here in the North."Reports say that she managed to escape alongside a Dornish retinue led by Prince Oberyn Martell before the Lannisters attacked. We've also heard from Dragonstone that Queen Rhaella escaped with her daughter Daenerys,. Yes, she’d been ready for a while, waiting for me, impatient for my tongue. I grinned inwardly. I loved Rachel’s cunt with a passion it was difficult to describe, and I could spend hours worshipping her furry mound, as she talked dirty to me, calling me names, dominating me with her sultry voice, working me into a frenzy with her crude words as I drank her essence.She understood exactly how to handle me, manipulate me, use me—and she knew how much I adored being treated this way!She was coming. “That’ll work,” I said, trying to be cool. Then a light blue string bikini with triangle cups caught my eye. I reached for it and Mallory stopped me to take it herself.“Don’t touch, you’ll get cum all over it.”I laughed so hard the woman at the counter looked over at us, about Mallory’s age, wearing her own resort version of khaki shorts and a polo shirt.“See what you did, now she’s on her way over,” Mallory said.Slight and blonde, with perky B-cups turning up her shirt and sweetly pushing up a.