"Let me taste Tony's," she requested. She was much more careless with Tony's cum. Taking a good measure in her mouth, she swished it around like it wa... a wine tasting. "Much, much better," Wendy declared. She handed Tony's half-consumed goo to me. I took what remained and drained it into my mouth. Immitating Wendy, I swirled his cum around my mouth. The three of them looking at me, expectant for my verdict. "You're right," I agreed, "much better." It had none of the saltiness of Jody's. You're hurting me!" But the General ignored her. "I said you would be my pain-slut, little bitch, and you WILL. Do you remember when I told you that getting raped would be the BEST part of what will happen to you? You're about to understand just how true my words were," he promised. As the General kept up his attack, his cock re-formed to a perfect, hardened spear of flesh. Meanwhile a rhythmic THWACK and the constant cadence of Layla's cries filled the tent, the naked girl writhing as she hung. Falsely accused, the queen was found guilty of adultery and treason and, with shaking hand, Henry signed her death warrant – she was to be beheaded.Anne was taken to the Tower of London where she languished in a dank, dark cell with only two of her ladies to keep her company. They were stripped of their beautiful clothes and given plain dresses and white cotton caps to put on. But Anne refused to become despondent: she neither wept nor railed at the injustice of her confinement but prayed. Desperate for her to just relax. Just a little. The moment her back found the padded side of the seat and slumped gratefully against its support, he breathed a silent breath of relief. His eyes drifted lazily down from her slightly parted lips to the buttons on her white blouse. They were straining from the arch of her back against the seat, and he caught a glimpse of white lace. He had to stifle a groan when he finally allowed himself to check on the state of that hemline. Pulling her knee up.