Then it was time to make the corrections. That project was always a marathon; the clock was forgotten. We would work until we were finished. We stayed...in the den, working without clothing. First the typos, then we would argue out the seeming inconsistencies. Finally I would have to re-do the parts that really stunk.If we were hungry, my maid would bring in sandwiches. She would always stare at our nudity, sometimes with me rubbing Eva's back as she typed, but we never suggested that the maid. He took his time on each of her nipples sucking on them hard before spinning her round and bending her over the bed and he pulled out his big 9 inch cock and he forced straight into her tight teen pussy and she screamed through her panties but this just made him start to fuck her even harder and he pounded her for what seemed like hours to her and she had countless orgasms and her body was becoming weak as he continued to use her body for his pleasure. As another orgasm started to build inside. Freytian was looking over his shoulder, apparently ready to call to his captain. The army marched around the three of us, Shordian’s well-trained troops not stopping even for their bannerman. “Ah, I see.” I muttered, looking over the map. The Highland army was essentially a mobile city that established itself every night when it made camp. Though the reshuffled regiments would become an amorphous flow of men while on the move, they were strictly sorted when the marching ceased. The camp was set. ‘Is this what you want?’ Janice roars. ‘I can five you what you want!’In nearly an eye blink, Janice is across the small room, wrapping one of the men around the waist. She pulls on him hard, tearing him in half as she turns and engulfs the other man, biting off his upper half from the remainder of his body.Anger seeps off Janice as much as the blood pours from her mouth. She wants nothing more than to tear apart the black symbiont bitch standing before her like she did her three victims, but.