" As she drifts towards you with a commanding gaze. "Who I am is unimportant, and explaining this in a way that would make any sense would take longer...than we have." She kneels beside you, running her hand against your damaged torso with softness in her eyes... and something else, something black and fluid-like sliding under her flesh.Seeing your reaction brings pain to her face. "You can save me from this evil, and I can save you... I can give you freedom, I can make you better."She removes. His balls were huge and Dee tried to suck them into her mouth. At this point I stepped into the bedroom and Dee paused and looked at me. “What about this! Isn’t he cute?” she squealed “Do you want to watch him fuck me? Watch his huge cock split me open?” She then laid back on the bed, opened her legs and obscenely pulled her pussy lips apart with her fingers. “Come on big boy, fuck me. Show Ben what big boys do to naughty girls like me.”He clambered onto the bed, his big cock bouncy between his. It banged shut behind her. My cheek burned. Despite the light tap, it hurt more than the welts and scratches decorating my body.“Biaute’s tits, what did you do to piss her off?” the sailor asked.I glared at him.The sailor raised his hands and backed off. I turned to the sea, my brows furrowing. Something terrible had happened in the palace. Something she was forced to do. What? How could I help her? I leaned on the railing, watching the waves as the sun inched higher and higher, painting swells. She put in for the test, but it wouldn't be until March. The both regularly visited the stables, and if Charles would never be an expert horseman, at least he knew what to do with the tack, how to groom and look after hooves, and how to stay on at the gallop. Sarah watched them leave together for a hack with a satisfied smile on her face. More often than not they shared the bed at Charles' house.As Christmas approached, they decided it was time to visit parents. Firstly to Huntingdon, to see.