" Bastard," I said, "you make war on women and children." Ha," he cried, "and they make war on us. This bitch," he squeezed one of the woman's high br...asts, "tried to knife one of my men," and this one," he grabbed the girl's hair and lifted her head, "she spat on me." Turn them loose and I will talk, I'll cooperate," I said. I had taken all the whipping and branding I could stand and had formed in my head a list of names I could give them, a list of several Tories, neutrals and dead patriots. There was a brief flicker as a Drow female uncloaked and recloaked.“Enjoy your freedom,” Roxanne added as we stood and left.“House Teighan?” Verenestra queried. “That line no longer exists; they were extirpated during the liberation of Tír na nÓg, the last of the line dying at the battle of the forts.”“So they won’t mind us digging up their dust?” Roxanne asked with a quirky grin.“I doubt they would anyway, it’s not a big thing with Fae, dead being dead to us.”“So, where would this dust be. I continued to lick, suck and finger her pussy. As she was quivering and shaking, I then moved in between her, spread legs and slowly inserted my cock as far as I could up into her dripping pussy. "Fuck me hard, Rob, fuck me fast, fuck that pussy, make me cum again, make me cum!!!" she ordered me. I began to thrust all of my 8 inches into her. It was the most incredible feeling I had ever experienced. Her pussy felt tighter than my hand ever had when I jerked-off. Pretty soon I could feel the. Her work sold briskly. She had a vast number of collectors, local, national and international.Ron and Jennifer lived in an estate home overlooking the ocean. Ron just adored her, gave her everything a woman could ever want, and did everything to promote her art. He had a fully-equipped studio, framing center and mini-gallery built for her off of the living area of their home. Ron was a true promoter and helped Jennifer market her art.Ron arranged annual open studios in their home to showcase.