......................................................................................Life went on in Cockington as always . Boring as hell and twice ...s shitty.Nothing ever happened in Cocking ton ,everyone knew that.It was Sunday evening and Harriet and Hermoine had packed small brown suitcases with the bare necessities of life.“Why if fuck did we do that” said Hermoine.“I have not a fucking clue” replied Harriet.Hermoine was sleeping over again and the girls were eager to start licking each. I slowly opened the door and he jumped up, startled. Maybe he wasn’t looking at me but I wasn’t going to stop. I made my way to his bed, after shutting the door behind me, by the light of his laptop. His mouth gaped open but his eyes said yes. He was looking down at me and at his lovely hard dick. I slowly reached out and grasped it lightly. It felt good in my hand and I slowly started moving my hand over the top of it. He gave a little moan but suddenly stopped when he realized that his. "When i cock slap you, you open your whore mouth, understand bitch boy?" Yes Mi..." and with that she shoved that huge rubber cock of hers in my mouth."I like the way my cock looks in your slutty mouth, but i don't want you to suck my cock, I WANT TO FUCK YOUR FACE!" and with that, she let go of the riding crop in her hand (and let it dangle by the leash around her wrist),grabbed me by the back of the head with both hands, and pushed her cock, and pulled my head together until that huge rubber. “You will be, Peldin,” she purred. “You will be.”***ARAN - Ironshire, Ekistair***Sparks flew as the hammer collided with red-hot steel, bouncing harmlessly off Aran’s thick leather apron, the impact of metal on metal ringing through the smithy time and again as the hammer rose and fell, rose and fell. Aran wiped his brow between swings, yet fresh sweat continued to spring forth with every swing.The previous three months had been grueling; Master Smythe had pushed him to his physical and mental.