Now for the wages. Both women gave each other a glance and then Mrs. Bradford said, "You will be paid £2000 per week for your services." Before Mary ...ould say a word--she was stunned to say the least, Zoe Bradford continued on, "There is, however, one more duty that I have not described to you as of yet. Obviously domestic work does not normally pay £2000 per week! That figures out to more than £100,000 per year, and many executives don't make that kind of money, but the one last job. If they stay to lay siege to Notabir you don’t have to fight, unless it’s to support the town. If they move further east you can fight or flee your homes. I guess they’ll split too. They’ll leave enough soldiers at Notabir to build siege equipment and the rest will move further east to attack your homes. That’s what I’d do.”“Barnyre Castle, the home of the Dohougney clan, is only a three day march east from Notabir. What do you suggest we do?” Sinheyd asked resigned.“A general doesn’t suggest,. Shackler inquires."They're not talking, they're trying to say Alan came in in a jealous rage, but with Meire as a witness to the whole thing, they haven't got a chance, the bastards, will pay for what thier son did to my boy!, but I've seen him, Alan did get in some pretty good shots, but he's lying in there, and Tommy is still walking around."Come on Mr. I'm gonna-save-your-ex-girlfriend, wake up. You proved you're worth having, I don't care about the Patti thing anymore, the skank!, although. It was also the bestial lust which made the teenager's voice hoarse and needy-sounding.With the throbbing meat of her stallion's cock deep inside her pussy, Micki moved forward a bit so that his prick pushed even more snugly against the upper part of her cunt-slit. The pressure of the enormous hard-on against her twitching clit sent a new wave of lust and pleasure racing through her."Unnhhh, yesss," she moaned, wiggling her hips from one side to the other. Lewd, cunt-drooling sensations ripped.