" Bartand bid the man farewell, but the fisherman was already gutting another fish from the wagon to cook once gutted. Bartand began to walk along the...docks, looking out into the English sea.Abruptly soldiers shoved past Bartand, almost making him drop his fish but he held onto it as the soldiers walked past. Bartand looked back to see them, they were the King's men wearing the sigil of House Lancaster and a lesser Lord's sigil loyal to the King. They wore chainmail and surcoats, carrying. " Watching from the kitchen Tracy pushes her chair back from the table, slides forward a little bit on it and looks our guest in the eye as her fingers strum across her pussy. "Jesse, go in the other room and remove your butt plug, then return with the KY jelly," she says with a little movement of her head indicating to go. I do as I'm told, making sure to straighten my underwear and dress while in the other room. Upon my return I am surprised to find Paul standing with his pants around his. Her dark pubic locks were dripping, as was her cunt. The fingers inside her were slick and wet, but that did not make them any less tight in there. Her vaginal walls squeezed on them by reflex, and Laura moaned out loud, hearing her voice spread across the hall, and hearing murmurs in response. A fifth finger went inside her. All five fingers. She cried out in both ecstasy and pain. “No, please,” she said, but she didn’t really mean it. Not entirely. The finger inside her anus wiggled some. Liz was thirty eight and looked thirty. She was tall and elegant with light brown hair rather than the blond which seem to run in the family. Lately she backcombed her fringe and wore a thin red tie which took even more years off of her age."You have a beautiful figure Liz and a gorgeous bust, I wish mine was like yours," said Deedi envying the vision in front of her as Liz pulled on a tweed skirt and cream stain blouse."Thank you kind lady," she said taking a low bow to show her gratitude..