”“That’s about the size of it.”They saw Nathaniel out, telling him that they would be along in a couple of hours. They then went to talk to th... others.“Lady Isabella has signed me up as a caravan captain with the same caravan guards that we had trouble with, yesterday. I was wondering if any of you wished to sign up as well?”Simon immediately stepped forward and said, “Where you go, I go.”“My duty is to the Lady Isabella. Where she goes, we follow,” Alan stated. David and Henry nodded“My place. As he pleasured his sissy cock on mine, I looked over at the two tops standing by, stroking, then bade them come. Their hard cocks bobbed as they approached, and I reached out and grabbed both of them in hand. I'm wearing stockings, being frotted by a sissy and have two top guys' cocks in my hands, so I figured I might as well play the part. I turned my head and started sucking on bald guy's cock, stroking him and beard guy all the while.To the best of my ability, I replicated bottom's. My finger stopped on an old photo album. A smile spread across my face. I pulled it out and settled on the bed to finger through the pictures. ‘Hey…’ I looked over to my window startled. It was Brandon. ‘What are you doing?’ I asked angrily. ‘We need to talk.’ Brandon swung his other leg over the window sill. ‘No we don’t. Now please go.’ I stood up and put the photos away. ‘Yes we do!’ Brandon walked over and sat on my bed. ‘Just because you used to sneak through my window when we were kids,. Ever since I had coffee at your shop ... nothing else tastes as good. What’s your secret?”“Stale water. I get the water from the toilet tank. It’s covered so it doesn’t get dusty. The flush mechanism tank refill aerates because the flow splashes ... I am sorry.”He was struggling with a serious case of the gags. “Good god, Karen. Really? From the toilet?” Amy burst out laughing.“Would I lie to you?” I was serious ... stale water makes good coffee. When the only available is in the toilet tank.