Some of the people from Convoy called the armed men the village guard, there always was a bit of a terminology divide between the island born and the ...arsh born. We changed Coven's title to Bailiff, chief administrator of the village. The Bailiff represented me, having the power to resolve any disputes and maintain public order.Tharin deflected any responsibility beyond that of his bodyguard role, so I compromised by calling him my Chief Bodyguard Armsman. Tharin did acknowledge he was. Brenda was far less than pleased to have her weekend taken from her so. She arranged with a local garage to have his car fixed and gave her son a ride back to their home.On the trip home, Brenda asked her son to give her a ride and drop her off so that she could camp overnight on a future weekend. Christopher agreed with a promise, as he drew out a rolled sandwich bag that had been concealed within his shirt. Watching him, Brenda couldn't help but think of Shaggy from Scoobie Doo. Chris's. It felt entirely too good to fondle, tease, and stimulate her growing body as she urged herself to get bigger, rounder, sexier, and more powerful. Since she couldn't bring herself to take off the leggings, and was entirely too addicted for more, she figured she might as well just sit back, enjoy the pleasure coursing through her swelling body, and look forward to seducing an endless string of sexy young men.On Monday her changes had finally finished and she was back on the hunt, fully aware. I felt like my hole popped right open for it, as loose as I was by then, but either it was too dry or I was trying to impale myself on something too wide. I hocked up a big wad of saliva and drooled it down onto Louis’ cock. Then I tried again, but still it wouldn’t budge.“Toby told me not to worry. He said some joke about how it didn’t make me ‘less of a man’ just because I couldn’t take a cock that big. I didn’t even laugh. I just wanted to take that thing. I wasn’t going to give up..