.. married to the heiress of Lord Randyll Tarly himself! That would make Samwell Tarly, the Grand Maester, his brother-in-law, too. What do you think,...dear ... and what do you think, Salladhor Saan?” Lord Davos asked both his wife and his old friend at once.“It’s an excellent match, to be sure. What do you think, Abrey?” Lady Marya wondered.“Certainly a good one, m’lady,” Abrey blushed and curtsied yet again, not used to being put on the spot.“Speaking of matches, I don’t suppose that I’ll get. He found the studio at the end of a corridor in a one story building. The photographer introduced himself as Jeff. Chris was relieved, as the photographer was just an average looking guy. He had pictured a hunky guy in tight jeans who would try to ravage his wife as soon as she undressed. He appeared to be a little older than Chris. Jeff gave him a tour. There was a small office at the entrance. Most of the space was taken up by the studio. There was a small dressing area with a clothing rack,. “Crikey, that was quick! Do you always cum so quickly?” Fran enquires.“Sometimes. I reckon I have a really sensitive G Spot so if a cock is big enough it sets me off straight away. And this cock is certainly big enough!” She groans as she lays back on to the table, overwhelmed by his onslaught.Tom is undistracted by the girls chattering, he is focused on getting a much cock as he can up her chute as quickly as possible. So, he pulls back and lunges again, this time burying half his cock into. Through the drunken haze I smile to myself thinking of the fucking she will be getting. I wrestle out of my suit and collapse on the bed and fast asleep before I can even think about stroking my cock.I hear the door close as Carrie enters the room. I roll over and look at the clock 07:00. Wow she had really spent the whole night there...I think she had left the bar around 10pm so a full 9 hours with another guy.'Dan don't say a word!' she purred as she dropped her dress to the floor - she was.