My father had taught me the way of the sword, it felt natural to me. I soon found I was a better killer than a cook. Slaughtering men was more satisfy...ng than butchering pigs.In the maelstrom I found myself at Bohemond’s side. The pauper and the prince shoulder to shoulder. We fought together, like brothers and defended each other’s flank. Preachers recited their prayers amongst us - reaffirming our faith. We battled from sunrise to sunset until we were ankle deep in blood.We stood our ground,. ”“In bed?”“Yes.”“I daresay you’ll be fucking again before the night is out won’t you?”“Most certainly.”“I... I wish I could come home and watch.”“I’m not ready for that yet, darling,” she told him. “Maybe in a few weeks time.”“Couldn’t I just come home and sleep in the guest room then?”Dawn passed for a moment. He got the impression that she was covering the mouthpiece with her hand and talking to Bradley.“Maybe next time,” she responded. “I... I just want to be alone in the house with Bradley. Once he finished cumming he lifted me up and while I was standing washing his cum off my face he stood behind me. His right hand went down between my legs and he started rubbing my clit. His other hand was around my throat as he started to pleasure me again. My legs soon became weak as my body tensed up, my man started stimulating my clit harder and faster. As I started to moan from the pleasure of an orgasm he tightened his grip around my throat. It intensified my orgasm and once I finished. He would just have to "wing it."It was on a Saturday morning in April that everything changed. Bill was busy in the shop with a couple of rush repairs and had told Zena he would have to work that afternoon, making a delivery. Zena would normally leave for her Saturday afternoon shift just before noon. She usually left by the front door, but since Bill was in the back at the workbench for much of the morning, he wasn't aware when she might have gone. He thought her heard the back door open and.