........”answer me, are you a nigger cock whore”? He pulled her hair hard, forcing her chin to jut outwards and she let out a squeal. “You do a...ything to fuck nigger cocks don’t you?” “Yes, yes I am a nigger cock whore, I love nigger cocks, I will do anything for a nigger cock, please fuck me harder, harder, I’m a nigger cock whore”. His cock unloaded into her pussy, he pulled her hair so hard her hands lifted up off the bed, she was gasping and groaning so loud it was scary. He finally. It was twenty or thirty more minutes before he drifted off.Hershel woke and wondered how long he’d been asleep. He was still in the same position he’d been in. He turned in Guy’s direction but couldn’t see the watch on his wrist. He realized he’d awakened because he needed to empty his bladder. What could he do? There was only one solution.“Guy,” he whispered harshly. There was no response. He pulled one arm from under the covers and reached over to Guy’s shoulder. He shook him as he again. I have heard words from your lips that I never used, stories that made me blush. I have seen you kill, I have seen you kill over my honour! What kind of woman do you think you are? Answer me!’ ‘I am a bad woman, sir,’ she said in a voice without expression. She stared at him with the unspoken rider to her statement clear in her stance: legs slightly apart so that she would be perfectly balanced if she moved her right arm to her rapier sword. A bad woman but an excellent young officer. She had. Text message. I opened it...'Hello gorgeous. I'm looking forward to the weekend also. What can Ihelp you with?'I stared at the screen, now what? How was I going to tell this longconspiracy theory in a text? It would take an hour to type this shitout! Augh!!! 'I need some information. You seem to be pretty good atthat kind of thing.' - send.Within twenty seconds there was a another FaceTime request. No!! Iswitched to text on the iPhone and sent 'Not at my best right now!''I doubt you could be.