You *are* a horny little slut, aren't you? Like those big cocks in your sweet wetness, Hannah. What a lovely picture you take, too. Stay home this aft...rnoon and get ready to go out. Do not call Warren. I'm not kidding, slut!"I couldn't even eat lunch and I could not stop sweating. I drank gallons of water, afraid I would dehydrate. The phone rang at two twelve."Hi, slut! Ready for your pictures to be distributed!" Who are you! What do you want from me!" I guess it was my legal training. As. “I… I very nearly was not,” she choked through her tears.“I know… Sir Lancelot told me. Be at ease, you are safe now.”“Yes but… Mordred’s men came so close. It was terrifying, what I knew they would do to me! What if they return? What if they stop at nothing to take me?”“They shall not have the chance, I assure you of that. When Kay’s scouts return with Mordred’s location, I plan to go straight after him and end this war once and for all. He has taken much, and I shall not allow him to. Taken aback, the younger one abruptly stopped speaking and simply stared."Boy, I knew Carlos and you sure aren't he," continued the old man. "He was black as the ace of spades, and besides he'd be older than I am. So who the hell—? My God," he suddenly dropped his voice to a mutter. "You're his kid, aren't you? No, his grandkid, Jesus, has time passed."The face in the doorway seemed to relax a bit. "You knew my grandfather?" he asked."Your granddad saved my life, twice," ruminated the visitor.. He was ashamed and looked away. Hallah merely put her arms around Caspar’s shoulders and embraced him, her breasts against his chest, his penis touching her stomach. Hallah slipped downwards slowly and gingerly took Caspar’s penis in her small hands. She washed it in the cool water and put her mouth around it. Caspar felt this and his mind went into a state of seeing colors, reds and pinks and blacks surrounded his mind as his desire and pleasure heightened. The more Hallah touched and worked.