” She told him.“What’s that mean?” He asked.“It means shit will happen and that you have to be fluid.” She told him.“I’d say she’s r...ady.” They heard Denise say as she walked up.“As she’ll be for this course.” Robert told her. He looked over at Petra and winked. Robert walked over to the starting point for the course of fire and started speaking. “Shooter, gear up and approach the firing line when you’re ready.”Petra walked over and picked up her body armor, slipped it over her head and. Her pampered pussy, bleached anus and irrigated colon still felt fresh even though her throbbing cunt was now dripping wet. Stacey showed them into an office at the end of the corridor where Professor Stokes (short, bearded, glasses and quite chubby) stood in front of a projector.“Welcome ladies, welcome. Take a seat please. Can Stacey fetch anyone a drink? Perhaps something to relax you?”There were murmurs of agreement and within minutes chilled glasses of white wine were placed in front of. Everyone was much safer that way!For the personal protection of the prince, at least once of the knights needed to come along, and by default it was the warrior maiden, Gerta, who was the only one of the bunch lithe and flexible enough to climb on top of the gun sack in the back seat floorboard and (mostly) avoid our feet. She’d fired a gun a few times in training but wisely distained to carry one now. In a crisis, you stick with whatever you’re best trained with, and she carried a slender. Directly only her clit.She cried out, "Oh fuck! Do. That. Again!"And he did. He made me scream and cry with my mouth locked over her clit.Oh god, she was getting more and more excited. She was so close tocumming again. I could feel it. And apparently he could see it, becausehe sped up. I could feel her thighs lock close around my head, locking mein place. My shaking, my screaming into her womanhood getting more powerwith lash after lash of the crop.Her orgasm crashed over her. When she.