He had told her to pack a small suitcase, they were going down the coast to a world famous beach resort that she knew was quite exclusive. It was less...than two hours away. In the car on the way he had encouraged her to pull her short skirt up as he drove and show him her panties. He had said: ‘Take them off, take off the panties and show me your pretty little pussy.’ She had protested, he had been persistent. She had given in. ‘You don’t masturbate very often, do you, Debbie? Play with. ”Is that why even girls I didn’t save or the ones from the feeder schools are wanting to have sex with me? I won’t pop their cherry or at least not hurt them like the guys with almost fully grown dicks? How important is it that I don’t talk about stuff I do with them versus the size of my dick?I tried to put my dick away, now that they had all seen it and those that wanted to have felt it, but it seems I didn’t get to be in control of my own dick with these girls around.“So David. You want to. .. glasses... I." Contacts." She smiled."I see but... wow. Hi, hello." I felt exponentially more stupid by the second. The warm but fabulously opulent surroundings blurred and the other guests in the room slipped away from my mind as I looked at her. She didn't look like she had dressed up for the occasion. She looked like she belonged here. Looked like she was some kind of unimaginably rich, indescribably beautiful heiress. I was paying so little attention to anything else that I had to. Besides, the traditional kingsmoot that decided a new king, there was a more ancient custom were the eldest son had the right to take his father's crown through trial by combat.Theon would like to think that it was his exceptional skill with a blade that was perfected after years of hard training at the hands of Ser Rodrick Cassel, Robb and even Jon Snow that gave him the edge over the much experienced Reaver but in the end, his father had grown old, weak and complacent and it had been almost.