Finally, after a month, the King’s uncle summoned Jean for an audience.The boy-king was so impressed by Jean’s exploits that he rewarded him with ... small treasury as compensation for his losses. He also paid Jean a year’s past wages, at the pay rate for a knight, even though he had only been a knight for the past few months. Lastly, he named Sir Jean a Knight of Honor, part of the royal household, earning him a substantial yearly stipend.Even though the trip had taken much longer than he had. There they tried to turn me from a student studying art and literature to a soldier whose job was to try to shoot at aircraft and kill their crews. Thankfully it was easier to forget that you were trying to kill other human beings when all you could actually see were aircraft with black crosses on, you could blot out the thought that there were other young men inside the planes who had been told to come and drop bombs on you. The sergeant major at basic training told us all how useless we were. This started to get me excited, I thought about my lone biker and I wished he would pass I wouldn’t mind showing off a little of what I got. The next hour or so went by quietly I sang to my CD’s and got the odd call from a friend. I took my car off cruise as I started to get ready to pull into the next stop and in my rearview mirror, I notice a lone biker pulling up. Could it be, could it truly be, no it was just too weird if it was the same one still. I pulled into. You run a hand down my hips, over my sweet, flawless buttocks, and under, pulling my leg slightly up, the better to eat me with. Neither of us are in the mood for subtleties, so you let loose your lips upon me, lapping up my juices, running your tongue up and down my slit, your fingertips reaching for my clitoral hood and pushing it back, letting your tongue flick and tease and lick, feeling my body shudder over you with each swift movement. You feel my leg wrap over my shoulder, as you push in.