" At first, she didn't understand. Then she did. He wanted her to suck on him. Instinctively, she reached down and took hold of the base of his cock. ...he looked at it as she lowered herself to her knees. Up close, it looked even bigger, and scarier somehow. And much hairier.She wondered if he would know she had never sucked a cock before? She tried to remember what she had read on the Internet about giving good head, but her mind was fudgy. But how hard could it be, really? Wasn't sucking a. “I like a bit of ogling now and then, even a bit of leering heh heh,” she chuckled., picking up a bucket and placed it next to the stud. She was cerainly a woman of the world in her repartee. She grabbed a wet, soapy towel from the bucket and proceeded to wash the quivering horse cock, hanging before her. Pulling it out as it had receded halfway back into it’s sheath. She looked over towards me, judging me, appraising me and my reactions. I appraised her fabulous elderly body, baearing mind I. “I love your outfit,” he said, “Bottomless.” He spun me around like a dance partner and slapped my ass. “I see you’re ready. But first I want a drink. Make me a margarita.”“The take-charge attitude is new. I like,” I said. “Come on in the kitchen and I’ll make a pitcher. You want salt on the rim?” As I stood at the counter and prepared margaritas, I felt a dribble of lube between my thighs. It’s a great sensation. I like to think it’s probably like a wet pussy. Jon was talking about something. ”“How convenient for you, milord. Tell me, what is to be done with these prisoners?” Yara inquired of the former Master of Whispers, a post still vacant at this point.“Well, their escape is to be prevented, but they must be given a chance to enlist against the Night King. Your Grace will require plenty of sailors and soldiers for this campaign, so in the absence of a clear royal command, I’d advise you to simply put them to work on the oars. Busy hands don’t work as much mischief, wouldn’t Your.