.. are you any less... errr... horny?” I asked.“No......” she whined. I noticed she was now trying to rub her pussy into the couch cushions by m...ving her hips in a circular pattern. “I don’t know what is wrong with me... please... help me... pleeeease...?” She began literally crying in frustration.“Maybe I should... uhhhh... let you continue to get some relief and go into the other room to give you some privacy...?” I didn’t know how I was going to stand up without revealing my massive hard on.. Not a death fight just yet - we don't want to, lose either of them right now, but a fight to a knockout finish! That cocksure young filly won't have it so easy against the other one! I know they were lovers at the camp, but in the ring they're both out to win. Why! She even killed her best friend - remember? These fighters are animals, Minister! Animals and scum. Women are even worse than men. No sporting instinct. Just born killers.Remember, Minister! These two are still chain gang women. They. Ending with a slight pinch and then starting again. “Punishment? What are you talking about?” I ask. “We’re doing things a little different tonight and you will do exactly what I tell you to do, now no more talking!” is your reply. The constant rolling pressure on my breasts and your voice whispering in my ear causes me to just grunt my consent. One of your hands starts to trace downward, downward over my stomach and rests over my pubic bone. I feel the heel of your hand pressing into me and. They marched through the city to the city hall, a richly decorated building that reflected the wealth and power of the Hanse, for Lubeck was part of that powerful alliance of trading cities.Gernot of Brederode conferred briefly with the captain of the City's guard who welcomed them and had them shown to their quarters. Here, they met the other mercenaries who had already joined the ranks. There were one thousand armed men present, with scores of auxiliaries, like blacksmiths, traders, whores,.