It has diminished to the point that it has caused problems which have been noticed.” Bill explained.“What sort of problems.” I wanted to know.�...Crime and drugs” Bill stated, “It sounds strange that something as commonplace as a cinema could make such a difference, but they are relatively cheap entertainment, the local kids have stopped going, well their parents stopped going so they have too, now those kids are finding other things to do, most of the time that has led them down the wrong sort of. My g-spot is singing with each firm pass. My throat is raspy from the moaning. The head ther****t pulls up from my breast, not letting go with his lips until my nipple pops out and I see it in my mind standing up like it’s own little tower. I am sure he is going to go for the next one, but the clit work is intense and I buck with an involuntary pelvic response to the glorious nerve center bombardment. I am gasping and grunting with each electric wave. I love this. I hear a noise and my mind. Now I'd nae tell anyone, but I felt bad for the lad, he was being humiliated. In front of his mortal enemies. "Milady, your father's not here, he an' Padraic rode away to Lord Brangley's keep. You're in command of the keep." A stab of panic struck me. Father and me brother? That could only be something serious. "Both of 'em? Are we mustering to kill some more Bordren?" "Nae, 'tis a social call. Brangley's got a niece, and your Da, well, he figures Padraic's gonna be needin' a bride one o' these. I told them, I said that you couldn’t have been killed, but they wouldn’t listen to me. I tried to come find you, I tried to-”He waved his hand, indicating that she should cease her rambling, and she stood there sheepishly as she looked him up and down. He really did look like he had been dragged through the mud. He was filthy, his clothes were in tatters, he certainly looked the part of a PoW. He seemed healthy, however, alert and seemingly unhurt. His smell stood out to her, something was off.