The truth is, we have a dozen ships carrying various things ... troops, cargo, passengers. What I do not have is a single person I trust that knows a ...ingle thing about navigation or currents or trade winds. I would ask that Garten consent to move his family to Azkoval and oversee my shipping operations.”Garten found his mouth hanging open. He had been certain that the king planned to find a way to murder him – with the sanction of his own king.“We would live in Tyrell?” Gemma asked.“If you. ’ He said carefully. ‘I would much rather breakfast in my room this morning.’ ‘You will dine with me. I won’t have the servants running around this house acting on the whims of an upset female. It’s not practical.’ ‘Is that all you care about? Being practical?’ ‘When it’s necessary. Now, I shall wait for you to finish your toilette. But I suggest you hurry. Cook has prepared a fine spread and it grows cold as we stand here. Not to mention I have not yet eaten, because I have waited on your. Mene phir moke ka fayda udathe hue bola kya mami aap yha pati patni ka dharm nibha rahi h or vha mama apni raand k saath mje le raha hoga abi… .Or mere ye kehte hi mami ko gussa aa gaya or vo jor jor se saase lene lagi….M smjh gaya ye baat aag mai ghee ka kaam kar rahi h…Bs fir kya tha mene ese hi or ek do baat bol di jese aap yaha akele soti raho roj in bacho k saath or vha mama kisi or k saath or bache paida karne ki plaaning kar rahe honge….Kya aapki bs ab yahi jindgi h ki din m naukrani ki. That sort of thing was for queers, damn it!Another night. The hand was caressing him. His cock was hard. Achingly hard. He needed... needed desperately to relieve the pressure, to spill his seed, to come in a gloriously cascading fountain, a triumphant shout of I am! Not yet. No, the hand still stroked, stroked his balls, stroked his shaft, but denied him relief.Now! Now his cock was moving in the pussy, the mysterious pussy that accompanied the hand, the slick and pulsating pussy, the magic.