They were in a perpetual state of discomfort, andit was always a big production to go to the bathroom - slowly work the jeansoff my hips, enough to fr...e myself up to pee, then jam everything back inplace and try my best not to break a nail while struggling to pull the jeansback up. Oh my God, skirts were so much more comfy and convenient! I couldhardly wait to get home after school each day to switch to my favorite all-female garb. How I was going to make through the rest of the school year,. They tilted the platform, positioning the fulcrum at the opposite end from the trap door, and left the door open. Lastly, they spread a generous amount of corn and wheat around the trap, especially leading up to the opening.The next morning, the boys were already gone before Clark could wake them up. They came back several hours later despondent, reporting that the hens came to the spot but were spooked by the trap and scurried away. Even the other turkeys stayed clear of the spot.Clark had to. He'd never been so rough with me and it surprised me how strong my passion rose to respond. My arms and legs held tight to him as he fucked me through orgasm after orgasm. His dick was soon twitching. He pumped me full of his sperm, sucking a big hickey on my neck as his ejaculation continued, then dwindled inside me.He grinned down at me. “Wow, do I ever feel fucked!?” I giggled.“You are one nasty girl,” he teased.“Me?!” I recoiled in mock offense. “You're the one dragging some poor white girl. "The King of Sylduria would never teach his daughter to use the blade!"Louis told me. "It's against his code of honour." Nevertheless, what I have told you just now is true!" I replied.He laughed and said, "We'll soon see about that!"* * *I settled into my new role as Queen Berengaria of Morovia, but one day aletter arrived for me by messenger from the Marquis. I broke the sealopen and read:"Your Most Royal Majesty:"I humbly beg permission to send fifty barrels of my finest wine acrossyour.