"What's this?" A writ of execution, your majesty," said the captain. The Princess looked startled. The Queen bit her lip. "For whom?" "A woman in the ...ownship has been convicted of witchcraft. Some peddler."“They're certain of her guilt?" said the Queen."The bishop swears it was a thorough inquiry.” The captain paused. "But the final authority is yours.”The Queen sighed, then went to her desk and found the royal seal, pressing it into the scroll and handing it back. She noted that the Princess. No girlfriends? You ask in an even thicker, throatier and ultra-sexy whisper and I can do nothing more than let a small moan escape me as your thumb makes its first gentle connection with my now swollen lips encased in the damp cotton of my underwear. You lean towards me from your seat and as you do your fingers join your thumb at my crotch, tracing my slit from bottom to top and then applying pressure on my now throbbing clitoris. Your face is next to mine now, our cheeks touching, and I. "I am just saying....what can you get by sucking another girl's cunt that you can't get from your own?" I defended my beliefs. "Oh my God!" she cried. "I can't believe you said that." I looked at her. I wasn't backing down on this. "Ok. If that's what you believe then I won't argue with you." she said. "But I will let you think about it for a few days. And while you do, you can't suck my cunt." Mom!!!" I protested. "Tell me honey. What can you get from my old cunt that you can't get from. Wait." Ed ran over to him and handed him a fifty. "Tell Frank I said to make coffee, lots of sandwiches and a pot of soup ... a big pot of soup."Young Al Fromm went by with his paper wagon. Ed stopped him."Al ... go see Mitch at the market, buy every loaf of bread ... every slice of cold cuts ... anything you think will make a sandwich ... buy it and take it to Frank at the Antler." He handed Al a fifty. "Tell Mitch, if that's not enough I'll settle with him as soon as I can. Scoot!"Al took off.