We left town the morning after the coronation.Iran caught up with me after the auction.“Bron, we consulted the Law Book with regards to if you could...claim free land. There is a special page in the book where you can write a question, and if it can, it would answer you on the next page. I told the book the King wanted to offer you land as restitution for his father’s sins.”“Iran, I don’t believe your people owe me anything. The King died and that more than pays for his sins as you put it. I told. That fucker to get even harder at the sight of me. Fuck - what's WRONG with me?He reached out and stroked the lace of my bra, and then he kind of flicked it off me, and seized my tits. His palms were cupping me, and his lips were curving into this knowing smile and he said something like "Fuck, yes. Time to get this party started." What a fucking cliché.But I was melting into him anyway, leaning into the caress of his hands, and my nipples were hard against him. He squeezed, and he kissed me. She jumped at the first contact, then settled down and lowered herself onto his mouth. Jeff licked her from the base of the slit up to the top, where he sought out her little clitoris. It took some some work to get it to emerge from its hiding place, but once it was out he set to work teasing it passionately and almost roughly. Crystal's body began to respond in the same way his own did to Brit's ministrations."Oh god!" exclaimed Crystal. "Just like that!"Jeff enthusiastically obeyed, loving. That’s probably the problem. I’m not drinking coffee beyond my morning espresso and if Doc Roberts knew I was doing that he’d have a hissy-fit. I’m going to have to quit.I know it.But at 6:00 this morning when I woke up in the office, all I wanted was a cup of coffee.Riley left me a note and said she’d stop by my house to pick up clean clothes and Maizie this morning.Damn.I let her help me patch up my head, and now she thinks she can just go pick things up for me and make my life pleasant..