You both laugh and kiss each other an lick your lips , emma turns first and moves her pussy towards me and begins to tease me while rubbing her clit o...f my cock head. with out warning she falls onto my cock and begins to grind into me . you move up and sit on my face facing emma the two of yous close your eyes as you both get pleasured. you need more and lean down towards emmas pussy and begin to suck on her clit , i look down to see the most beautiful site ever, a strange girl lifting herself. "My pardon is denied," the King replied. "Cruit Symington, you've been convicted of treason and crimes against Emertland. Your sentence is death."He nodded to Torbert who lowered a hood over Cruit's head. Pernice stepped forward and delivered the killing stroke.The scene repeated itself in the other cells. Lord Symington refused to beg for mercy and he had to be forced to his knees. No hood was provided and Fieth's sword provided the final moment of the Lord's life.Lady Symington was resolute. "Yeah I could see that in the gym he's tall and must weigh over a 100 kilos, so what are you going on about?" said Jessica."I'm not taking about his size, I'm talking about IT'S size!!" said Alan now slightly flustered."Just tell me Alan what do you mean IT?" asked Jessica."His dick honey, his cock, its fucking gigantic. When he removed his towel it was like looking a fucking rogue elephant. This thing hung down around his knee and fat, fuck it was fat as well. I swear I thought he had a third. He glanced around the modest apartment just assure himself that they were alone. The place was neat and clean, very orderly for someone who lived alone perhaps, but he was a tidy man by nature, as Wolfgang knew. The Matchmaker was a small time fence as well, and sometimes an informant for the Federal Police, depending on circumstances.He wasn't much of a criminal as such things go, however; the man had no taste for violence or anything that would get him locked away for more than a year or two.