James smiled demurely. Karen set down her bags, walked over to him, and gave him a hot, wet kiss. She hugged him lightly, running her hands down his p...nty covered ass, and felt his crack. Finding the butt-plug in place, she humped her palm against it, making him moan.“Come to the bedroom, and see what I bought you! I’m so proud of myself; you are going to love it!”They went to the bedroom and Karen began taking her purchases out the large bag and lying them on the bed. Out came a pair of pink. .. with her."Well, I tell you what, you worthless lump of camel shit, why don't you just come on over here and help me replant my bushes and flowers that froze and died. That MIGHT make up for your thoroughly useless presence here. But I'm only doing this to get a good meal into that skinny bony body of yours cause you don't even have enough common sense to know how to take care of yourself! You understand that? And if you try to touch me I'll cut off the first thing I lay eyes on."Anyone. I responded yes and they started walking down the street. It was very dark and just a few dark yellow lights lit the place. They walked in front of me and I followed carrying my bag and listening to music. They were just like the boys in my class, constantly cracking jokes, swearing left and right and laughing like maniacs. It was fun to be around. It was also a bit intimidating. But I trusted my driver and also he could never get away with it if they were to do something bad. We reached a big. The king said, “Shut the door behind you. And bolt it.” The guard did as told. The king wondered again why he wasn’t wearing a helmet, but his immediate concern was getting out of his restrictive clothing and into his bed. “Undo these accursed buckles so I can get out of this gear,” he said. “Yes, Sire,” the soldier answered. He leaned his spear against the long oaken table with its one chair where the king breakfasted. The spear slid to one side and clattered to the stone floor. He quickly.