Victoria could feel her friend jerk in reaction above her and a sobbing gasp came from deep in the whimpering girl's chest."Oohhhhhh, God, reach up an... put his cock into me, Victoria," Penny lewdly cried. "I've just got to have it."Victoria looked back along Prince's hairy belly and, sure enough, there it was in all its glistening scarlet power, jutting starkly from its protective sheath and growing longer and thicker every second. The young blonde reached back eagerly, strangely excited to be. I need you to ... how do I put this, take care of an urgent personal task for me. It would require you to travel to the Riverlands, posthaste, and aid in freeing Edmure Tully, my uncle, from his dungeon, or at least discover if he has been liberated. If he has, what has he been doing and why haven’t we heard from him, you see? There has been, so far, no word, no messages, no ravens, nothing from Uncle Edmure, and he owes my brother his fealty, so why hasn’t he communicated with him? This is. None had entered his bedroom more than twice a year, some only once in their lives. The Head Wife, Djamilla, and the second, Davina, had spent a number of nights in his room, but even they were rarely able to see him at their own request.Djamilla, the late Emir Ibrahim's Head Wife was the most apprehensive of all the women, since she alone of the wives and concubines remembered his accession and the way he had had dealt with his father's harem. Every female had been strangled on the first day. It was when he got out of his car he knew something was wrong. His three dogs were not barking at his arrival, nor rushing out to greet him.He instinctively went for his gun in the pocket of his pants and was startled by a warning voice behind him.“Don’t. Raise both hands high above your head.”To register the point more, Dave felt the barrel of a gun press hard into his back. He complied.With practiced ease, Dave’s attacker removed his gun and patted him down.“Into the house. Go into the living.