His presence seemed to help me and oddly enough I felt as if I were no longer alone in the world. Had I found a kindred soul? A soulmate? But he was a...cat! The licking stopped and so I reached up and began to groom him, both of us purring like engines in a car. His brown eyes stared into mine and I swore I could see a glimmer of intelligence, but probably just my imagination running away with me. Cats were stupid animals!The afternoon waned and I watched a couple of people, some with children. The scullion was to be paid a small monthly allowance from the royal treasury and given orders to make the prisoner’s life unpleasant. If the scullion did not make the prisoner’s life sufficiently unpleasant in the view of the local magistrate who would be required to make unannounced visits the prisoner and the allowance would be passed to another scullion. The King paused while the Justicar read out the name of each prisoner and the demesne to which they would be sent. There were groans and. I pushed harder and she seemed to be squeezing her thighs together just as hard. Eventually she started to relent and I could feel she was soaking wet as my hand moved between her thighs.Stll stroking her tits with my left hand I moved my right up to the waist band of her briefs and my fingers slid underneath, first finding her course hair and then further down to her wet lips. I slowly stroked between her thighs and slid my middle finger a little way in, moving it around I found she had a. I've seen how hard Chuck works down there. You're going to have to get a good night's rest."Jan's frown intensified."Tomorrow night then," she declared. "Unless you have a valid reason, tomorrow night I expect to share a bed with you."The first call to O'Bannon's Pub on Thursday night left the caller befuddled."O'Bannon's Pub," Bryant answered the phone. The caller had phoned in a lunch order to O'Bannon's every Thursday since it opened. Chuck O'Bannon had always answered the phone. This was.