Over the years, girls of the village were lured to the castle with spells she cast, people said. They were made to be servants in the castle, and stor...es leaked out that some were forced to be concubines for the lord and his army. The lord denied any such thing, of course.Ivan built up a larger army, not because it was needed for defence, but to exert his dominance over the village. With his threats, he exacted ever-larger portions of produce, causing many in the village to depend upon. It was over half buried in her numb asshole now. Tell me what a bad girl you are, he demanded. When she didnt respond he ordered again, tell me! I&hellip,I&hellip,Im your little slut. Do you have boyfriends who fuck you in the ass? he asked while beginning to thrust harder. Sometimes, &hellip, before she could finish he demanded, Tell me about it bitch, tell me what a whore you are, tell me you like this big cock in your ass, scream you little slutbag. The screaming was easy as it felt like he. .awesome!"Shhh...they can hear you!" I cautioned sliding in deeper."Well...I should hope SO!" she laughed. "I WANT them to, dammit!"Deeper my bulging-veined cock fucked...deeper...deeper."Oh...SHIT! Come on! Just FUCK ME!" she yelled.Finally bottoming out against her upraised ass I quickly looked around to see if anyone might have heard her. Peeking out between the thick branches I could see a car driving past but it was so hot and humid that everyone's AC was on and their windows up.Sheila. He was just enjoying his beer when much to his surprise, he was paged.‘Your dinner guest has arrived sir.’‘Nah you’ve got wrong man mate. I was just gonna go out for a curry and a few beers.’‘No mistake sir. You are Mr Bruce Goddard from room 235?’‘Well yeah but... ‘‘Well sir, your guest is waiting for you in the restaurant.’Bruce thanked the lad and made his way to the restaurant. The Maitre D’ was very polite and made no mention of his jeans, though it was obvious that everyone else was.