He had the King put up the taxes, but for once, the people didn’t bitch about the King. They took their frustrations it out on his people, as they c...llected the taxes on the Kings behalf. He had to triple the guards for them.His Clerics had also said donations were almost non-existent and that numbers were down in all congregations. As soon as the weather begun to cool, those that could get out of town did so. They all feared another plague and he had given them a reason to flee.The harvest had. That, I’d learned immediately, is absolutely forbidden. Instead, I rub my thighs together, barely more than teasing my swollen, needy pussy.I’m desperate. Desperate to touch my cunt, but more desperate to please him, to make him come. I want to feel the hot splash of him against my tongue.“Faster,” the man orders, and I obey, bobbing up and down two-thirds of his cock, rolling my tongue along the underside. “The girls who are worth training are the ones who take initiative. Who train. Waving her right hand at me to call me over, I crawled over to mom and positioned myself between her knees, not really knowing what to do. She told me to lie down between her thighs with my face a couple of inches away from her fanny. I stared intently as I smelt her womanly odour from her lips and pubes. "Listen!" mom called, getting my attention, "that there is my clit!", as she pointed with her finger. "Now, what I want you to do is move your tongue like this!" mom showed me what to do as. I just rolled my eyes.“Can you blame me?” Brian boozily leered at me.David’s flirting I can almost tolerate for his attempts at wit, but Brian is a lazy cad. I was aware his wife was giving a catty glare at me as if my fault her husband seemed to think I would even consider sleeping with her womanizing husband. Waiting around for my son and Bennett for an hour had put me in a bitchy mood. Plus now that I felt a little bit tipsy, I was having trouble remembering the speech I’d planned that week.