Where’s the sun, anyway? And it’s not even winter yet.She had hated London. Too many people. Too many horses and carriages. Smelly. Dirty. Noisy. ...xford, on the other hand, seemed to her to be just about the right size despite the mud and the cold and the food. Already home to almost two dozen or so colleges that made up the famous University of Oxford, its streets were full of students from all over the Empire.Gérard was happy at B— College. The string of tutors Father brought from England as. I can prove it from our own files."It was clear to John that the idyllic weekend was over with. This was the fanatic side of Heather. Maybe the sweet and loving side could be resurrected sometime, but it wouldn't be today. "Sure," he said. "I'll have to have it back by the time school starts." Let's go get it," she said."We'd better get your car, while we're at it," John said."OK," she said in passing, getting in the car. "Floppies. I'm going to need lots of floppies. I've got a lot of data to. I do not have the men nor the patience to treat them myself. That should be reason enough for you. Depending on your conduct, some of you may be allowed to stay in your homes. The rest of you will be sold as slaves.”I thought of the young sacrifice lying disemboweled outside. Now that I thought about it, she was probably a slave girl, not a member of the town.“Do not worry, we treat our slaves better than you treat yours.”There were murmurs as the Zavalans conferred quietly amongst. Still with his cock buried deep in me, he slowly stroked out the last of my cum. My body went limp as I lay panting and gasping for air. When I opened my eyes I could see Andros smiling down at me, cum still dripping off his face. He licked his lips where it had landed and gave me a sort of Cheshire cat grin. “Not bad,” he said, leaning over and kissing me. There was still the problem of his huge cock filling my sore hole. I didn’t know if I could take any more as he slowly rocked back.