"Poor little King, of course we can stop. Kolmar, give King Norgan a drink of water from your flask. I'm afraid he isn't used to this kind of exercise..."Norgan gave her a look in which resentment and gratitude were strongly intermingled. He drank deeply from the proffered flask, plumping himself down on a mossy bank."Now, Princess, won't you please tell me what this is all about? Why are you doing all of this, and where are you taking me?" I suppose that it would only be fair to tell you," she. One an older man called Bob he was about 60 but good looking and had looked after himself. I invited them in and Bob introduced the other young man with him. He was Bradley his 17 year old apprentice. They pulled out the washing machine and set about sorting out my little problem. I made them a drink and sat on the laundry box and watched two men at work. I had not expected them so early and had not got dressed, I was wearing my short silky dressing gown. Bradley kept looking at me and turning. ‘One thing that has surprised me, they never spoke to any of her friends other than to see if her friends said anything that could incriminate you. None did.’ ‘Of course they didn’t. I would have expected nothing else from them.’ ‘I had a guy that I use for such a purpose talk to some of them, and they were quite forthcoming with information that throws a whole new light on the subject. There was something bothering her in the weeks leading up to her death. She wouldn’t tell them what it was. He awoke and promptly fucked Melanie from behind; she was sore already, the added pain seemed hardly to matter now. He had Umbra fetch some ointment, which was not the best idea as she had no idea either what it was for nor what would be the best choice. She returned with goose dripping and he smiled and smeared it on his increasingly erect cock and up her shithole. “Oh no! You shall nooooot” It was too late, he was already forcing his way in, roughly. But, though he fucked her hard, he.