We continued walking down the trail to the campsite John's father always took us to. John walked behind me grumbling and complaining under his breath....I felt his eyes on me. Like daggers stabbing into me. Stabbing into my ass. Every time I looked back it looked like his gaze was directed straight at my ass. More images of his cock snuck into my head. "What are you thinking about dear?" I asked, hoping some conversation would get his giant member off my mind. "Nothing!" He blurted out as if he. "... And that is how I settled that dispute," he concluded an interminable tale about an argument over field boundaries. "I would be most honored if you would join me again for the evening meal, my Princess." Of course, Your Highness. It would give me great pleasure." And remember, the little one must be out of the castle before dark," he called after her as she was escorted away.When they were alone in her rooms she turned and embraced Mirra. "Now, tell me about Mak. Is he all right?" Mak is. ‘Nothing, it’s all done. Just sit and enjoy the view.’ So I did. I reclined back in the chair a little to peek around the corner. I heard some soft music click on and then heard the oven door creaked open and closed. I caught glimpses of him moving efficiently throughout the kitchen while I had a fine view of his backside bending and moving this way and that. Yes, I admitted to myself enjoy the view. Within minutes he was back in the dining space with oven-mits on his hands that looked like. “I kind of did, but he really shot himself. I never held the gun.”“Do you love me, Charlie?”“More than life itself, Lana. I’ve been telling you that for over a year now.”“It must be hard when people are kidnapping you, pulling guns, and trying to take your girlfriends.”“She loves and respects you too much, Lana. Anya would not have gone with him. He had a gun. I had to stop him. I think he might have harmed Anya when she rejected him.”“You knew he was under arms? That he had a gun with.