”“It’s my business, Joe.”“Trading in flesh?”Linton tensed. “I...”“Relax. I get it. You may not think of yourself as one, but you’r... a pimp. Albeit one who doesn’t necessarily exploit his stable. Win-win, isn’t it? What percentage do you get? More than an agent I imagine, but not the fifty percent or more of your average pimp.“Maybe you excuse yourself in dealing in illicit commodities. Maybe you don’t have to. I know you take pride in what you provide. Only the best, right? Drugs or women. Or. They enjoyed the brew exchanging inane comments about the weather, farm production on the planet until Harold took a deep breath,"Aggy, who owns and or commands that armada?" Well Harold, they do say possession is nine points of the law." The navy doesn't possess them as you imply while the ships lie under your guns; my people couldn't fight that armada out of a sunshower and you know it. Manning level is at C&M although, I suspect, that you were attempting to get more through your courses; and. Rebecca wrapped her legs around him and clawed at his back. Trent had been licking her pussy for so long and she needed a cock so badly. She had been hoping for Trent's, but his father's would do just fine for now. While she held David against her and her drilled her pussy, Trent managed to escape from under the bed without being seen. She saw him watching them make love and she was sure their son was jealous. Rebecca felt bad for him, but then maybe he would understand how she felt when she. “Let’s move.”Staying low, they crept up to the backside of the rise where the Regimental archers were firing. Over the course of the morning, the howling gale had subsided into no more than a strong breeze. The three archers were taking turns, keeping a steady stream of arrows instead of a rapid-fire flurry. They were having to aim into the wind, and giving each other sarcastic advice whenever an arrow was blown off course. In front of the men, the ground dropped quickly to a whitewater-topped.