The six Patrollers were stripped to their underwear and dumped in a ditch that ran alongside the road.There was another pub about two hundred yards up...the road, and the remaining fourteen men walked swiftly to it. Normally they wouldn’t have been seen dead here, too posh: very much a ‘white collar’ pub. The patrons of this pub were all preparing to leave.“We’re closing,” they were told.One man looked at his watch. “Still got ten minutes. And we’ve just duffed up the patrol that tried to kick us. And they think women like me are decorations. None of them ever gave a horse’s ass what I thought about anything. Real men, men like you, Eric, don’t see us as bangles to be paraded around for the benefit of their egos. Real men like you have an appreciation for who we are, what we think, and how we feel.” “Are you finished now?” “Until you make some other stupid point I have to refute.” I had never been in an argument I wanted to lose more than this one. If I packed away all reason and just. You have all made it through the summer months, which is no small feat. If it was, then I would not be doing my job. I see you carry your weapons proudly and understand the burdens of skill they demand. Think of your weapons as your rewards, for now that each of you is armed and somewhat capable, you are entitled to a special privilege: dueling. For those of you who don’t know, every member of the knighthood is inducted into the dueling registry. It is an archive of official battles that is. "Oh yeah that is fantastic." James said as he walked quickly forward. I ran my hands up my thighs and gently rubbed my clit and after about three flicks I had a minor orgasm. I dipped two fingers into my pussy and rubbed the thick coating over my cunt lips. I looked up at James and I reached out to grab his cock. It was rock hard and about seven inches long. I pulled him closer and leant forward and as I looked up at him I licked the underside of his helmet. The look of ecstacy on his face was.