”It was too good to take a risk of foreswearing the moment with too much conversation and she wisely kept her mouth shut except for the dispensing o... favors to his sturdy member.Their arrival at the port of call was sooner than Grace had hoped for because she still had no chance to broach the subject of gender assignment with the Captain from Castile. Since the cargo of the captured vessel was not of high enough value to line their pockets with pieces of eight, the pirate crew was most. She still had to learn, so he was mild on her, only fucking her head for two minutes. She nearly passed out. When she lay on the floor to catch her breath, he just came into her mouth. He also covered her eyes in cum. Knowing the it would burn, he ordered Open your eyes. She did and it hurt. The sperm was so aggressive. She heard the door. He was gone. She got up and went to the sink. She couldnt reach the bathroom with her leach, so she had to wash herself in the kitchen. There were no modern. And in that context I think REX is just a term for one big asshole. So the truth seems to lie somewhere between a vagina and an asshole. We used to refer to that as a “Tisn’t”. This seems a more appropriate way to refer to the misbegotten lawyer’s crown of the Anglican church. Their Regina is a Tit-head and their Queen? Tisn’t ours.So why is this Tit-head violating our Rectums and ‘Penalizing’ us in these misbegotten courts that are pretending to be courts of Justice? Penalizing? Hmm? What is. “Are you enjoying your birthday?” he asked me. I nodded. “You can call me ‘Sir’”, he said. “Yes, Sir,” I found myself saying. Krystenah came up to us. She handed him the playing cards. “Isn’t her blonde hair beautiful, Master?” she asked him, twirling a strand around in her fingers. He never took his eyes off me. “It is slave,” he said. “Kymburli, blindfold my slut and I will explain the game to you.” “Yes, Sir,” I said and walked over to Krystenah. She smiled an excited smile at me and handed.