" I had to agree.I told the boss what happened the next morning and arranged to get the rest of the week off (taking time from my vacation hours, of c...urse. Fucking bean counters.) I found police waving off anyone trying to get into the building--it had been preemptively condemned until it could be examined. Assholes! The fire damage was all at one end other than the hallways. Most of the building was sound! It was made of concrete slabs! The flaming fucking bastards were trying to keep from. Jamaar then laid down between my legs and started to kiss me."Do you have a condom." I asked him."No, I forgot to bring one." He told me."But I can pull out before I cum." Jamaar told me.I really wanted to make love to him."Ok." I told him. A minute later he reached down and grabbed his big cock.I knew he was going to push it inside of me."Go slowly Jamaar, I've never had anything that big inside of me before." I told him."I'll go slow." He told me.I could feel his cockhead up against my pussy. Which is good news for you, among others. It shall make it easier for you to fuck me, and don’t even try to tell me that the thought hadn’t occurred to you, milord. I don’t know what your holdings will be, but you’re a lord now ... if we win. I do love to be fucked, just not raped by crazed uncles who murdered my father and usurped my throne, the Salt Throne of Pyke,” Yara insisted as they kept rowing, both of them now in earnest, toward King’s Landing.‘Some women cease to enjoy fucking when. ”“So. What are the next steps?” Davenport asked. He really had no clue.“Tell you what. Have her call me, and if she can come down today we will do intake. If she likes us, I will help her to get through the re-assignment process. No use doing it behind her back. Leave her some choice in this,” David said.“Okay,” Davenport said. He was shocked. He would not have expected to have them allow his daughter to interview them. Cows, sheep and sows don’t get to select their slaughterhouse. This fellow.