No evidence of collusion as yet.We are carrying out background checks on this person, but would suggest that 'this association' should be curtailed as...soon as possible!Sir Timothy snorted — 'Curtailed as soon as possible!' That was a nice phraseology which held no interest in real life situations. He shook his head then picked up another report. This one, though, was much better. Rachael Marshall had met up with George Douglas and the two appeared to have 'clicked' as the saying goes, they were. " The voice swears. "We don't like trespassers." We can just leave." I say in my most pleasant of voices."Sorry, nope." Says a second voice. "We gots to take you to see the King, now." Diana," I hiss at her. "I hope you are happy now." I dismiss my sword and the light and the area plunges into darkness. Alys squeals next to me and grabs my shoulder.Then two men uncover a lantern. It has a single small candle flickering it's light in it. I did wonder how they had navigated these tunnels."Now. I pushed Andrew on his back and knelt between his legs and lowered my head down to that young teenage cock and finally took it in my mouth. Drooling all over it and swirling my tongue around the head licking it like a melting ice cream cone, and tracing my tongue up one side and down the other. I could feel his hand on the back of my head pushing it down, making me gag a little bit on his long, thick cock, but I didn't mind, he was a beautiful, young boy and I loved having him in my bed. I felt. I slipped my arm around her waist and gave her a hug.“Um ... Would anyone be interested in coming to my house Sunday afternoon to dance?”“Really? Could we do that?” Desi asked.“My parents actually suggested it. Aunt Sophie said she’d be happy to teach us all salsa dancing. If you’d like.”“What fun! Can we do it with just one boy?” Joan asked. She’d been my other regular dance partner since our lessons. Time alone together often included a little dancing.“Sure. We do it all the time. Jacob might.