The Gunny frowned to himself. If I don't talk to her about money, she won't talk to me about it. Jesus, how much was in that jar?He thought he knew wh...t was going on, too, that his woman had seen fit to act and help him to get a better job. He was convinced that Lenore orchestrated the trip to the tailors, and that she was paying for the suit. Jesus, I wonder how much this is costing? I guess if I'd ever really wanted to know I'd have counted the change in that fucking jar.But the change jar. Ayl'fair brightened, and still grasping his tumescent member began to slowly move her hand up and gently twist on the way down causing it to become an unbending rod in a flash.This action brought Harold to the brink between torture, because of his distended bladder, and ecstasy very quickly. With a quick flick of her tongue, Ayl'fair sent his dick into spasms. Dipping her head she engulfed his dick with her mouth and once again vacuumed his essence into her mouth, not missing a drop.Harold felt. Tom began to swear. At first low, then building, but in athreatening tone. "You fucker…Oh you little fucker…Ungh...youfuck". He cursed me even as he dug his fingers in, big handspainfully pulling my hips to his groin. "UHH…fuck..unngh…youfuckerrrrr" he growled. At the same time, I felt his cock throbbingbetween my buttcheeks. He pressed hard and held tight against me,panting, his tense body shuddering. I felt something hot, evenhotter than Tom's spit, spattering the small of my back and. This time he was challenged by a castle guard. "You, what is your business?"Arron dismounted. "I'm here to see the King." And who might you be." General Arron of Halycon." Oh yeah, my Aunt Fanny is the Duchess."Arron sighed and removed his hat, reveling his golden hair and aquamarine eyes. The guard gasped and almost dropped his spear. "Where is your retinue, sir?" He looked past Arron at the market square."It is an unofficial visit, soldier, will you please inform your Captain?" Yes sir, sorry.