God, she hoped so!"Somebody get me a beer," he yelled, and Trish saw a cold bottle being passed to him. She squealed as he poured half the contents on...o her rectal area. Talk about cold! But her ass was so hot that the beer seemed to turn immediately into steam.She looked back and saw him dump the rest of the liquid onto his stiff jutting cock. "I don't want to rip you apart, bitch," he smiled. "And when I go into your shitter, you're gonna feel every inch of my dick!"He pushed his knob up. All at once I felt asudden anxiety at being alone with him. I wanted to leave, but dressedin such intimate attire, how could I gracefully make an exit?He kept gazing at me with such imploring sweetness, I quietly let himstroke my arm and caress the back of my neck. I slowly relaxed. Myhead bent forward, and my thick dark hair fell around my shoulders. Ibecame more and more sensitive to his touch, so very soft and teasy, ashe put one hand around my waist and continued to massage me with. Even a self-appointed Ironborn king could not stand against a sellsword of such quality as Ser Bronn after all. I saw Euron as he crept into the same room and prepared to fall upon Ser Bronn. I slashed at Euron with my cutlass and picked up Balon’s sword with my other hand and attacked him with that. Euron fell in utter shock as I chopped off his head at last.“You have paid the iron price, my dear knight of the Blackwater. The Iron Islands are now yours by right of conquest. Take all of the. Then, “I’ll have to check my work schedule, but if I’m not needed, I’d be delighted!”I said, “OK, but we’ll need to get you a company polo shirt, and do you have khaki trousers? Understand, this is a charter flight, which means you have to be either an employee or a paying passenger.”She said, “Got the trousers, sir, but I can’t try on the shirt now -- too dirty and sweaty. I’ll have to go home and shower first, and then it’ll be time for dinner.”I said, “Why don’t we do it this way: You go.