A lot of the smallfolk, and even some of the nobles and knights call me the ‘Cursed Queen’ and the ‘Gold Widow’, because I’ve been widowed t...rice by kings. Renly, Joffrey, and Tommen. Some of them have even called me ‘Harrenhal with a gash.’ Getting another husband might be well nigh impossible!”“Not with the right septon or Red Priest or weirwood tree. You, me, and the marriage bed have an appointment, but with the clear understanding that I’m hardly the faithful sort. Then again, your first. He then noticed it was a half hourpast the lunch hour. "Don't really have time for a big meal at thecafeteria. Maybe I'll just have a salad today."Taking small bites of the salad, Chris found himself unusually full. Hethen remembered that Mr. Johnson wanted his suit picked up before hewent home for the day. He headed for the company garage and took his cardown town to the cleaners."I'm picking up a suit for a Mr. Johnson," Chris said as he showed hisID to prove he worked for the same. She laughed a little, proud of how quickly she had taken him down and captured him in just seconds. She marveled at how pathetic his struggling and 'mmphing' were, he was positively bound and gagged by her little hands. She reached, grabbed a hunk of hair to lift his face to hers and said ?Don't worry, we're not done yet?. It only then occurred to him she was no longer speaking in broken English.She got off his back and decided the chair was a good idea after all. She pushed the chair. My tongue probed her deeper and deeper until finally, her juices started to flood over my tongue and down my throat. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” she moaned as my tongue lapped at her cunt. The warm, liquid pleasure flooded into my mouth, making me hum with delight as the sweet taste overwhelmed my mouth. It was the most satisfying thing I had ever had in my mouth, and it belonged to my stepmother. As her orgasm came to an end, I pulled my tongue from her and passionately we kissed. Her tongue.