Rachael spread her legs wide, giving Brit room to work and everyone in the room the opportunity to see that she was already wet between the legs. That...didn't come as a surprise to Jeff; sometimes he thought she lived in a permanent state of arousal.She squealed at the first touch of Brit's tongue. Brit giggled, then continued to lick her. Rachael seemed particularly excited to have Brit do this with her; like she said, it was her final conquest in the Primdale family. Considering she had. "Just doing my job, your highness," he said."You are stealing from a minstrel?" Legs said."We have the right to take what is necessary to repair your carriage, milady," the guard said. "He is interfering." And do you think my uncle would look kindly on you doing battle with a minstrel?" Legs exclaimed. "Can you imagine what a laughingstock would be made of him from the sea to King Sid's domain? If you won, his guard slew a minstrel. No one would ever trade with High Castle again. There would. I mean after all I was drunk because that is what bars are for, to get drunk in, ain't they. Isn't it in bars where you go to get a little strange and get drunk? Otherwise why have bars in the first place? You know what I mean? Anyways, it all started over this pool game. We was playing eight ball on a coin table and one of the guys watching said as how his dick got way harder than a cue ball. And somebody else said that he was full of shit because no part of the hardest dude alive ever was. He sighed loudly as he pulled out and he watched her sphincter, wide as a silver dollar, slowly close and return to its sexy pucker. He collapsed beside her.“That was so fucking good,” Travis said. “You okay?”“Oh yeah,” she said. “My ass is yours now.”“Let me see my new ass,” Travis said. He rolled her over on her stomach. He traced his fingers over her butt and along her crack and fingered her asshole, then he did the same with his tongue.“Such a nice ass,” he said. “It looks like a.