’ D’Audierne sipped at his wine, and looked long and hard in Cheval’s eyes. ‘No,’ he said finally, I don’t think I will.’ ‘But why not... m’sieur?’ ‘For three reasons. First, I think I have some idea already who your friends are, M’sieur Cheval. One of them, at least, represents the Duc de Guise, if not Cardinal Richelieu himself, does he not? Secondly, I believe I already had the pleasure of meeting four other friends of yours on the road here. Two of them were lucky men… the other two were. “You want to ride him?” Katie asked Emma.“Mmmm, fuck yes I do” Emma replied lustfully as she stood up and started removing her uniform. “I’m just happy I wore matching underwear today,” she thought to herself as she stepped out of her skirt and threw her jacket on a chair before finishing unbuttoning her collared shirt and adding it to her clothes pile. She was soon standing in front of the three teens wearing a matching black bra, thong and her stockings. She straddled Jake’s hips as she got. "Amanda drew her feet up to her body and tipped her knees to either side, her legs visibly trembling.Yanna swiftly drew her oiled hand over Amanda's mound, and immediately started to work the Kaylaxxa into Amanda's virgin folds. At once, Amanda felt a flash of intense heat on her tender flesh, which quickly gave way to a maddening tingling, like a limb that had fallen asleep and was coming back to life. Yanna's fingers sank between Amanda's labia, pressing firmly, the slickness of the Kaylaxxa. However, not all hope was lost, for there was a continent which took no part in this mindless slaughter of the innocent, a continent who took no side in this war and now welcomed every single person that fled from the bombs and artillery flying over their head.We now turn our heads to Damian Black, or Ian as his friends called him, friends whom he left behind, probably to their deaths. Damian and his mother Evelynn were allowed by the authorities to flee as Damien’s father was a former.