The next morning was awoken by Bernard's voice. "Time to wake up bitch. You've got work to do" I opened my eyes and saw Bernard standing next to my be... stroking his 14-inch black cock. I felt the butterflies flutter in my stomach. Without another word he leaned over my face and drove his cock into my mouth. I stretched my lips to take him in and fought my gag reflex as he started to drive his cock down my throat. I could feel my throat bulging to take his size. As my nostrils flared to take in. Magnificent, full, firm tits, must be 38D I muse as she runs her fingertips over her now erect nipples.“I think my lady Dimity still has a very fuckable body, how about you Michael?,” her man asks in his sexually agitated voice. “Good long legs, fabulous ass, magnificent tits, and look at the way I shave her. Just a neat, sexy tuft above her cunt lips.”“I love all that bare flesh of her long thighs above her stockings and that gorgeous naked ass. Your lady has the perfect body for that outfit,”. It was just too much. Did I mean anything they were saying? I had only one message that I thought I was giving. Liberty equals death; death equals liberty. It’s personal. I never thought it would affect so many others in different ways.Left, Right. Conservative, Liberal. What’s the difference? We have the vicious on one side and the humorless on the other. They both want to control our lives. Fuck ‘em.“What are you making, Jett?”“Stuffed chicken breasts for dinner. Friday’s my night now. Um .... As the court and its following assembled once again at Versailles, Armand was with them, a lieutenant among his comrades, but within his veins pumped the blood as noble as any duke. He had made his mind up that this would be his last fete and final service to the king before shipping out to Malta, resolved to take the vows of those gallant knights of Christendom, a last reminder of the crusading epic from so many centuries before. Up to this time in the young musketeer’s life, only one thing.