. so close. "Not yet." you breathe, and he draws in a short breath as your fingers begin to work at his belt beneath the cloak. He hears something ...ifferent in your tone... something new. Challenge? This is a test, almost.. but for you, or for him? He glances around only briefly at the smattering of people around the fire.. all absorbed in their drinks, in their slaves. As your fingers unclasp his belt buckle, he pulls you closer, one large hand palming your breast through your clothes.. He began going door to door in Braxton in attempts to convince these families to take their daughters back in, but to no avail. They no longer wanted anything to do with the useless creatures they had raised. Charles knew something had to be done to get these pitiful creatures off the street, and so the idea for Lockley’s School for Unloved Girls was born. Instead of pleading to the families to take the girls back in, he instead went to them offering to turn their trash into decent members of. He felt satisfied with his efforts as he released his grip on his cock and grabbed a hand towel from the rail with which he wiped his hands meanwhile Mary just stared at his cock which was so thoroughly lubricated, its surface glistened as if it were made out of polished glass.“oh that will do nicely.” Mary heard a voice in her head speak only for her to realise it was her own thoughts she was hearing. Mary struggled as she summoned up the courage to put a stop to this and finally spoke.“Ok. This would be no dance, no ceremony. They were both close to what they craved, what their bodies demanded right now. They raced together, with no way to know who reached the peak first. Both continued, grunting, gasping, throbbing, grinding, not wanting the rush of pleasure to stop.Finally, Geoffrey’s organ demanded at least a brief respite and flopped out of Jeena’s slippery opening. The queen sighed, half contentment, half recognition that they had reached the end. She saw that her most loyal.