I've never tasted such good ball meat, and from the flavor I could tell he had marinated each opulent orb in flowing cunt sauce. I was sure I was tast...ng his mother and sister. "Tits." He said. "Now." And despite wanting to protest, my mouth was stuffed with a massive cream-filled nugget of prick-pod pork and my hands were already unclasping my bra. "Nice!" He said as my hooters hung free. "FF Cups?" He asked. "Yes, how did you know?" I wiped a thick streak of saliva from my lips as I. I felt a sense of power, a sense of -- maturity -- that I had not realized as merely the son of a lord, or squire to a knight. I realized, that night, there on the tower, that just as Else was embarking on a new life, with a new status, wife, just so this ceremony would launch me on a new life. For the first time, I knew real power over another. I felt like a lord! I knew, with each swing of the lash, that I was the LORD, with the power of life and death! This woman was mine! . “Oh no,” he bellowed, holding up his palm toward her. “Can’t sit here either.”She stood in the aisle, still confused. “What now?”“This is my only other coat,” he explained, gripping the fabric protectively.Carl laughed silently behind her back. I felt somewhat ashamed.“What are you talking about?” she asked.“I don’t want you to puke on this one, too.”Carl guffawed, unable to hold it in.Carmen swallowed as she turned to me. “Matt,” she pleaded, shame in her voice and her eyes.“It’s not Matt’s. Mine’s with my clothes.” Sunday handed me her phone and I headed up to the garage. My keys and shoes were by the door. I took off, not even thinking about the fact that I had no money and no ID.I started driving aimlessly. I ended up over by the SCU campus. I was only over here a couple times a week lately to run with Coach Fredrickson or to use the sports therapy room. I did most of my training at the club. Not that I’d been doing much since Opens. There hadn’t been time. I wasn’t getting.