When the subject of Amanda's sex life came up that changed. It was subtle; I guess in her situation it would have to be. I didn't even want to imagine...what the consequences of making a scene would be. To the casual eye she would not have appeared any more interested in this part of the interview than any other. But her eyes told a different story. Suddenly she was alert, tense, scared. Several times she would look at Paul or Rebecca as if she wanted to say something, but when they would look at. “The only good news is that Braavos and possibly Pentos might not take this lying down. There’s talk of sending Faceless Men to assassinate the new Great Masters. It’s not that the Pentoshi necessarily like Daenerys or the cause of freedom, more that they like not having to pay up to visiting khals and she rid them of that. They don’t want her coming back with a horde of Dothraki at their doorstep. Braavos is another matter entirely. You know what they think of slavery,” Daario briefed Tyrion. “You need my fist don’t you you need my fist up your cunt to make you come don’t you?” She nodded yes and pulled her mouth off his cock. She sat on the couch and spread her legs wide. Her cunt was dripping wet and he needed no lube as he slid his fist up her cunt in one swift movement. She groaned loudly as her cunt was stretched, “oh fuck that hurts! Hurt me! Hurt my cunt! Fist me David! Fist me hard!” She whimpered as he twisted his hand around inside her and pulled it partially out. I could hear faint moans from her, that horny milf she was touching herself at the same time! - You know, I wore those hose yesterday and made myself cum in them at work, she said. And is that gonna make me less horny I asked? No, she said, but I love that my pantyhose is used by you and mixing your precum with my pussyjuice in them is awesome.My cock stretched the hose to max now and it was only a matter of few minutes before I would explode! - easy there big fellow, she said. Dont cum.