"With a thin frown on her lips, the Baroness spoke up, "And our wounded?" Two down," answered the lumbering man, "Two still alive, counting myself. Dr...ver's down, too."With a shake of his balding head, the Baron began to climb out of the coach, "I'll do the driving, then. At least I can see bandits before they cause trouble."*Of course, * I thought. *You're a Baron. You're a trained professional, aren't you? If a mercenary can't pick them out, you certainly can.*Then again, who was I to. They continue to treat Peter while they load him up and rush him to the hospital. He’s pronounced dead on arrival at the hospital. No one has the heart to do any more work today, so all of the operations cease when the staff go home. Being a Thursday Deebarlee suggests they not return until Tuesday so they can all attend the funeral. Charles agrees, and he tells the staff that while they pack up.Late MarchA few weeks later the work and inspections are finished on the new building. The clan is. "I told him we'd ride every Sunday afternoon and send him a videotape after each session. He's really serious about disciplining us for what happened at Junior League." I know Mommy," Kathy comforted, "it'll be all right." I know it will, Sweetheart," Mommy sighed, "but he's added another weekly task for us to perform." What's that?" Kathy asked with trepidation."He wouldn't be specific, but a car will pick up every Wednesday afternoon at three and take us somewhere for what he calls 'special. Annabelle, pay some attention to Our visitor! He has a cock that is not being attended to. We must be courteous to Our guests."That caught me completely by surprise, and Annabelle had unfastened my codpiece and was sucking my cock before I could think of a good excuse to refuse the King's offer. Oh, Hell, she was not really human, so why not? A blowjob was always pleasant in my limited experience. However, I did not let that deter me from the primary reason for my visit."Sire, my name is Sir.