“You like your bum being taken like this, don’t you? The King might be your husband, but I am your master. Am I clear in this? Also, it’s time t... eradicate the High Sparrow. Lancel Lannister will be sent to the Wall, if you are fine with this, a pardon to spare his father Ser Kevan grief. Septa Unella and the others must be compelled to conduct a Walk of Shame of their own, a fitting punishment for them and their self-righteous hypocrisy. Then they will be banished from Westeros, never to. I was 53 at the time.Sitting at the counter I ordered a beer, as I drank it a guy 2 seats down from me started making small talk,asking where I was from, what I did for a living, that sort of thing. Soon I was telling him about my wife. He was easy to talk to had a friendly manner. His name was gary. He worked construction, had his own crew. Gary was tall, thin with white hair that was thining too. His hands were chapped from rough work, his face weathered and tanned from outdoor labor. He wore. He stopped at the door to the green guest room, showed her in, and told her that this was where his mother expected her to sleep that night. Then he took her next door and showed her his room.“I don’t see any reason why we should mess up two beds tonight, do you Em?” he said with a sly grin. But Emily was already slipping her dress over her head. The bra came off next and she allowed him a good long look at her perky little B cup breasts while she stood in front of him clad only in a sheer slip. . now Anya has had it up to her neck, and that's why she showed up at the airport ... I need to tell you some more personal things too..." So I nodded, and sat back on the couch. Joann continued, "old style Greek women put up with so much, but I'm happy to say girls like Anya and I are looking for something better..." That last little part Joann confirmed, by putting her hand inside my leg and rubbing from my knee to my belt line ... I shrugged my shoulders, saying "OK, I get it so far...".