"I'll take you into my Guard, young Isebrand. Four silver guldengroschen each week, and ten extra on my birthday. Holla, Landlord! Bring forth bread a...d salt!"And thus, Joerg Isebrand ate bread and salt from the Count Reinhardt's hand and pledged troth to his new lord.The journey to Merseburg, the seat of the Count Reinhardt, was uneventful. The other armsmen treated Joerg guardedly; even the loudmouth Ottfried kept his haughtiness in check. The Count spent most of the ride talking to his other. She was more likely to get a kitchen knife to remove a screw than to make a trip to the garage to get a screwdriver. I did some work out there but I wasn't as into it as Dad had been. I don't have the patience to measure, cut, sand and finish wood. Dad enjoyed getting the raw materials at Home Depot and creating something that would be used for years.The left side had rakes, shovels, a couple of picks and some brooms of various types hanging near the back. There were some shelves with half used. His hands encircled her tiny waist completely. He held her with her feet off the ground. His gigantic mushroom headed cock probed between her legs looking to enter her pussy. She tried to keep her little legs closed but his hard cock pried them apart. It forced its way in filling her tiny tight little cunt. She let out a muffled moan. These guys were going to abuse and cum fill their little pin cushion. It was punishment for watching them annihilate the little Latino girl.Myra continued. I take my hand from her cunt I taste the juice I smell her it is the best, I am in sexual heaven, I put my hand on his ass and tell him to fuck her throat, I massage his cheeks willing him on, I cup his balls he looks at me and I at him, he smiles this gives me the go ahead. I grip the base of his cock, I want to taste it, I can feel it throbbing, my mouth engulfs it wow it is big. I begin to work my head up and down the taste is similar to mine , I work him into my throat wanking him and.