John said he was sorry he felt that way, but he had not formed any opinions at this time, being new to the land, and the nobility."Your Duke of Candon...is well known for sympathizing with the lords. He made you a baron. It is not hard to see where your loyalties lie. Good day to you," the king said, and walked briskly out a door on the other side of the room.John sighed. The meeting had not ended well. John looked at the contents of the cup he held, and quaffed it down quickly. He then turned. Your hand under one thigh. Opening me. Fear. I glance quickly into your eyes, afraid of the fire blazing from them, vulnerable. Again, shame at my fear and I look away. ‘No! Look at me!’ Your voice is a command, ragged with emotion. Trembling, I obey, your love is a conflagration, burning away the fear, the doubt, the shame. Yes. I am yours. Claimed by your eyes, you pierce my soul with the thrust of your cock. Tears fill my eyes, a flood echoed deeper below as I cry out in relief, in. I got to go clean up.Master4YngCunt: Don't clean up. This is good. What is happening is good, U need to be wet like that to masturbate FOR ME.I didn't know what he was talking about but by the next picture link he sent me I knew exactly what that was. PrincessAmy: I won't do that. I am a good girl. Bye.Master4YngCunt: Listen here to me little girl do u know how old I am? I had no clue he was forty-eight. Master4YngCunt: Yes forty-eight as old as your daddy, maybe even older so u will be a good. "Come and look at this John," said Amy standing near an old wooden chest. Large iron bolts holding it in place. "Is this the treasure?" John walked up to the box and stood beside the girl. "Should we open it?" "If we open the box, we might find something we don't want to? Maybe we will release something that should be kept hidden?" Amy smiled a devilish grin at the boy in the gloom. "Ready? Once we do this, we can't go back?" John nodded and helped the girl lift the lid on the box. There was.