On top of that, this morning Horse Master Martin's stables were attack. Luckily, my cousin is alright. His brother will be very pissed none the less."...he man was clearly in shock and knew, if the city survived, it would be a miracle. "Sir, I will personally see to it that this complaint is investigated." I would expect nothing less," Little said then turned, and walked out of the building.Little knew Greggor and his group were there, someone had seen him enter the building just as he wanted.. She owns me." If she told you to have sex with us, you'd do it?" Yes, Mistress, but you don't need her to order me. I'm a slave. Anyone can order me to do things."The girl's jaw dropped for a moment. "You mean that if I told you to eat me, you'd do it?" Yes, Mistress. Would you like me to eat your pussy?" No, no. I was just asking. I was just curious."Her mother laughed loudly. "Curious for sure. Curious to see what that slut's tongue would feel like in your pussy. You want it, and you know. So, with that scenario in mind, it only took me a couple minutes to whack off a sizable load into the bowl of eggs and half-and-half cream mixture, which I whipped up with a whisk for her omelet. I served the four omelets at the table, but while I was waking up my girlfriend, Sita and hubby got into a tiff about which plate was whose, she now wanting what she perceived to be the larger omelet–my buddy’s. (they were all exactly the same size; actually hers was ever so slightly the largest, for. The setting sun bled over the rooftops from across the street, staining her hair and cheek with the illusion of mortal wounds. The empty hunger in the crushed blue of her eyes screamed of lethal injuries hemorrhaging but invisible on the surface of her skin. Her mane was a lank yellow and her dead-pale skin stretched tight over the finely carved cheekbones of her face. Her features betrayed a story of physical exquisiteness, brutalized to a mere shadow of their original loveliness. His first.