I don’t mean she has no brains. She just thinks that”“I’ll be careful what I say”We were back and I went up to wash the salt off and dress p...operly. I noticed that someone (Fiona? Erica?) had diplomatically put my ‘clean’-ish pants in my bag rather than leaving them displayed on the floor.After breakfast, I opted to spend an hour looking at the washing machine before we went in. I pulled it out from its place and, as always, behind was a disgusting mess of dust, fluff, escaped peas, one bottle. ‘Yet at the same time you give my Sisters fistfuls of coins to buy dresses and other frivolous things. Where is the justice in this Father, tell me?’ Jealile finished with a sneer. ‘I know that you have chosen to work and earn your own way through life and I am proud of you immensely for that.’ Perriolich said with a warm and glowing, proud smile before his face chilled to a cool expression. ‘Think of this logically my dear Jealile.’ Perriolich said with a sigh. ‘You met this man in prison. As you straddle my legs your stiffened penis settles in the cleft between my cheeks. Your hands start kneading my shoulders, sending warmth from your hands into my muscles and skin. Slowly you work your way down from my shoulders to the small of my back to my butt; pulling and kneading, pressing and drawing. My purring increases in intensity.It must have affected you, too. You lay your penis in my crack and pull my cheeks toward the center and beside your shaft as you slowly shift forward then. Even so, they were some dogged fighters, unyielding and eager to attack rather than defend constantly. This enemy didn’t retreat, but cost him more and more manpower by the day, even by the hour. He was the most aggressive foe yet, filled with hate and malice, it was clear to me, but it was also a fatal blunder to carry on so fanatically. His courage was suicidal bravado, little more than that.This Imperial Wizard’s style was always full-frontal assault, almost as if he never heard of tactics.