I cursed these cruel,perverse women. Did my crimes of indifference, laziness and helplessfetishism deserve this elaborate and awful punishment? Then a...other shocking development. As the heat increased to such a levelthat I was sure my skin would soon begin to fry, a heart-stopping jet ofcold water struck my chest. Then it was systematically criss-crossing mybody and, in the process, washing the thick, pink foam from my tenderisedbody. I was filled with an almost unbearable sense of absolute. He fucked me better than I had ever been my entire life. I came for the first time in so long and it was amazing. He continued fucking me and I was surprised he hadn't come. I briefly thought maybe I wasn't doing it for him. Then he gave me a really good long kiss and slid out of me. He turned me over and slid me up and over the arm of the couch. O god look at that ass he said and then he rubbed and began kissing it. He kissed me right on the anus and then asked if i had ever been fucked in. “Did you just call me a bitch?” I asked as he looked up at me. ‘No, no, no, no!” Vegas replied, backpedaling. “I said 'which type of candy bar so you want'?” “What do you have?” I asked. Vegas scooted out from under my boot and sat up. He dug through his ruck sack and pulled out a Snickers bar. He started to hand it to me and then pulled his hand back. “Uhmmm,” he started, “What do I get in return?” “How about I promise to not kick your fucking ass?” I replied. Vegas was undeterred. I don’t. He’s called out the fyrd. He’s sent a herald to the King of Mercia. You know the ever tardy one. King Harold is confident that with the fyrd and a timely appearance by Mercia we’ll be more than enough for the Normans.I thought about that. The fyrd is the force of the common folk. All across the land our kingdom is divided into small shires, little communes. Each shire has a shireeve. In times of crisis it is the duty of the shireeve to call out the farm people, the artisans, and any of the.