His axe handle now slick with blood Harradan hacked through the wall of flesh and metal, as the last of his company fell to the savage swords of the k...ngs men barely registering the look of terror on the king's face he threw his axe splitting his head like a melon . Jumping onto the kings mobile throne he withdrew his axe from the back of the chair, and let out a blood curdling scream. "YOUR KING IS DEAD!" he yelled, "SLAIN BY THE DEVIL HIMSELF! GIVE UP THE FIGHT OR YOU WILL PAY WITH YOUR. Don't you agree?" I answer with a slight smile.He thought about my answer for a moment as he nodded yes, then his eyes widened, "and the noises we hear on occasion from the area of your wagon?" Oh that must be some desert animal, I'm sure it must be a desert cat of some kind or maybe a night bird." I see," he said. "Yes that must be what is casing the noises, thank you for your time and information, I'll make sure the wagon gets finished and we can get moving again."I turned toward my mount and. “Stay here for a little bit. I have a surprise for you!”I watched her dart out of the bedroom with a giggle. The last time Aunt Beatrice had promised me a surprise she…No. It wasn’t possible. Did she…?The door swung open and my suspicions were confirmed. Into the room entered two giggling, scantily-clad women. My Aunt Beatrice had invited her friend Rhonda over again. A few days ago, Aunt Beatrice had brought her over so that she could have some fun with me. Rhonda. Knowing that Jack had summoned the courage to finally fuck Greg, I couldn't wait much longer to see it happen. My state of arousal had been dimmed only slightly by the quivering orgasm I'd had just a few minutes before, and so I did what I had imagined Jack would want- I motioned for Greg to get off the bed, then grabbed his hips and bent him over the bed, just the way Jack had fucked me countless times before. With my hand still on Gregs head, I used my foot to nudge his feet wide apart, then.