You just saved me enough money on some raw materials to cover the cost of your salary for the next ten years."He began to nonchalantly unfasten his pa...ts. As he freed his cock he said, "Since you're here and you have some time I'd like a blowjob before you leave."He pulled his already hard cock out of his pants while I walked around his desk. I found myself wondering what turned him on more, pimping me out, using my ass to save a few thousand dollars on a business deal, or the blowjob he's. Just as she would in the near future. He was aware that she could see everything he was watching. The torment and fear it would inflict upon her. He jerked off as the film ended, hands sticky with cum. He stood up walked to the glass panel. As he had expected, she was looking at him with sheer terror, hand protecting the modesty she so scornfully believed she owned. He looked straight into her eyes, grinning in a Mephistophelian manner. Then He brought His hand to the glass panel, smearing his. To demonstrate her resolve she had invited him to make little hidden marks upon her body marking his ownership and demonstrating her total submission. Lynn cupped her right breast and knew if she inspected the underside, she would find the little hickey he had left. Rubbing her left ear, she easily found the little extra hole that was where her gold submission chain was attached when they sex chatted or when they were together. She again wondered why her hubby had never question the little gold. At least Ser Bronn hadn’t softened. Maybe Sam would, and maybe he wouldn’t, having seen the Dead for himself, but Ser Bronn saw the brutal necessity of it and carried out the royal edict without any exemptions or clemency. The dead must be burned, and those who refused would themselves be burned instead. Even old bones must be exhumed and cremated, every last one of them. Nothing must be left for the Night King to revive as a wight peril within the city walls. That was good news for now at.