It would be wholly in character that the impulsive young man would suddenly visit the barracks, but he was far too sensible of the political and socia... niceties to visit an inferior brothel. As for taking one of the women back to the Golden Palace, that was truly preposterous. Still, the story had to have some truth in it, and it would seem that an explanation might be that the young Emir had tired of his grandfather's concubines, as was only to be expected, and wished to build a harem of his. Shutting my mind to her protests I took the pleasure I had so long been denied forcing my member ever deeper into her soft yielding lithe young body.Her mouth was opening and shutting like a landed fish, her breath rasping. Her cheeks were fushed but her fists slowly ceased their pounding and confusion clouded her eyes.“It is all right, you can let it out, there is no one hear,” I assured her.“I hate you, stop, You will hang for this,” she said in complete confusion, for her body and her eyes. I knew what she was thinking, and gave a slight nod. She took the sweater the rest of the way off and laid it across her purse. Looking at him, she unbuttoned her blouse, and pulled it out of her skirt, and removed it. Then she removed the skirt. She stepped over to him, her nude body open for his inspection. She took his hand, and helping him to his feet, placed it on her breast. She kissed him, placing his other hand on her mons,, so he could feel how soft IT was, too.She let him feel her up,. Of course all the girls at school would be crying. "Why him?" But who would remember Katiness? Gale. Her only childhood friend had helped her survive after her father died. Katniss walked down the hallway to the dinner table. It was elegently laid out with enough food for an entire district. She had never tasted things like this before.Haymitch, their mentor, was clearly drunk. He had a vacant look in his face. Almost like he was looking at pigs heading to slaughter. He was the only person from.