The left-hand door leading to the Inquest Chamber swung open, and a dozen Palace Guards emerged, taking up positions around the raised stage, their ri...les over their shoulders. Almost at once, an imposing figure appeared from the same door, dressed in voluminous white trousers with a baggy white shirt. Over his head was a hood, with holes for his eyes, mouth and nose. He stood well over 180 cm tall, and Emma estimated his weight at about 80 kilos. At his waist was a large sword, and he carried. She started having 'moods'. That's the only way I can describe it — moods. She would be happy one day and then halfway through the next day she would all of a sudden become pensive, moody, and standoffish or, hell, I can't explain it; it was like suddenly she wasn't even there. I'd ask her if something was wrong and her eyes would blink and suddenly she was back from wherever it was she had been and she would say, "No, nothing wrong, just something at work I forgot to do" or something like. ”Funnily enough I also got a. “Oh shit, never mind I thought you were a chick… but enjoy wanting over my cock.”But then I got a reply that was a little different. “So what are you into?” So I told him… blowjobs, deepthroat, big dicks, some throatfucking. We messaged each other quite a bit, eventually leading to the message where he told me he kinda wanted to try sucking dick himself, he was straight and had a girl, but he wanted to try it so he knew what it was like. We started to plan a. " Undeterred I dove my head back down again, stretching my mouth wide and taking his cock as deep as I could. I flattened my tongue and felt his head start to push on the back of my throat. The feeling of having that big hot throbbing cock filling my whole mouth and throat turned me on more than anything I'd ever done. I started to choke again and pulled my head up, only to inhale quickly and jam my throat down deeper over Charles' cock causing me to gag further."Easy Timmy. You don't need to.