.but your other hand caresses my hip so seductively, I forget any thoughts of my husband. I shiver at your touch, I don't just want you, I need you. M... eyes dart across to the little locker room that goes off the staff room, a small, private place with no windows. I look back at you and you give me a little smile that says 'go on take control, I dare you'.... As I start to lead you into the room, I wonder where my courage has come from, probably from the overwhelming feeling of lust that has. They do their best, but they make mistakes.”Maggie nodded. She sniffled.After a long moment of silence with their four hands laced, Brad asked, “Do you want another baby?”“Yes, someday. When the time is right. With the right man.”Brad didn’t say anything. Maggie was looking down at their four clenched hands. He wanted badly to kiss her but he didn’t want to screw up.Then she said, “It feels good to talk to you, Brad,” and looked up. “Thank you.”“Yes,” he said. “That’s how I feel. I feel like I. “An arrangement like ours, but it works for us.”“Are you… sort of… swingers?” I said, using a word I’d picked up from one of my dirty magazines.“Not exactly,” Harry said. “We just don’t believe in exclusivity.” There was a pause, during which I tried to work this out, but with Mrs Cathcart shoving her lips way down on my cock and drooling all over me, this was very difficult. “Sally especially needs a great deal of action.”Under the table Sally slurped greedily, as if to confirm what her. This wasn’t some smallish force. This was the army of Grey Worm, the Master of War and Lord of the Dreadfort, the Captain of the Unsullied himself. There was no other force of such size nearby and everyone knew it. The sight of torches only confirmed this, as the first sentries saw the Dothraki and the Unsullied reach their posts.What followed wasn’t a battle. It was a hot mess of panic, terror, slaughter, mayhem, and sheer confusion. It wasn’t organized enough to be a proper, pitched battle..