It didn’t really matter to him that much what it was. To him it had a great deal of sentimental value since it was proof that not everything was wor...h stealing. It had absolutely no purpose other than the fact that it looked nice and if he were to ever get hit in that exact spot with an arrow it might stop it.He tied the leather sash back around his neck as he heard the guards coming down the hallway to release him back into the city. They stopped and one guard shook his head as he looked down. You grabbed my hair and yanked my head back, so I had to look at you. The gagging made my eyes tear. My mascara was smeared, running down my cheeks like small rivulets, and drool dripped from my chin.“This is what a good little slut looks like.”With these words, you gently stroked my cheeks with both thumbs, following the mascara trail.After another brief moment, you added, “Now suck my cock as if your life depends on it.”At that, you pushed your dick back into my mouth. First slow and deep to. I felt the pain and pleasure rip through my behind, his cock and the bottle filling me to my limits. I screamed at the top of my voice.The cock burned my insides, sawing in and out, causing me to grunt like an animal. Cocks rubbed against my face, their owners dueling to push them into my slut mouth. I couldn’t use my hands, I needed them to hold me up under the anal assault. This guy knew how to fuck hard! He was hammering me, not caring if he hurt the slut under him, almost ripping my asshole. Pembleton, let me introduce you to James MacAllister, the man I intend to marry. James, this is Mrs. Pembleton, my headmistress at school.”“Really? I thought you were simply in the habit of hugging and kissing total strangers,” he joked. He turned to Mrs. Pembleton and said, “Seriously, Caroline has told me so much about you and your wonderful school that I knew we had to have you come. If your other students become but half of what Caroline is, then England is a most blessed place.