When the toolbox was opened, we left as our PIs were hanging around as we could see them. We went back to the hotel and changed our clothes and put th...m in a bag and poured bleach all over them, and put them in the trash after dark. We got dinner and came back and went to bed.(SATURDAY, MORNING.) I left things to the PI’s as I was supposed to be gone. I got on the plane for Ohio. We landed in time to be seen again at Cedar Point. We spent the day there enjoying ourselves.I was relaxed as I knew. After some minutes I met the guy standing by the road side. He made himself known and I walked up to him. Strange to meet somebody that I only knew by the picture of his erected cock.He asked me to wait a couple of minutes and then follow him into a house a couple of metres down the road. So I took out my phone and pretended to make a call while watching him going towards some house and vanish inside. Time was crawling but after some time I put my phone away and followed hin. I guess meeting. Even aristocratic ladies were fit to be eaten. They would be befriended and conversed with. They could be charmed and seduced. They could be undressed and fucked, but in the end they'd be turned into meat.What else is a dead woman fit for in a Kingdom such as mine? What else can be done when there's no food apart from the rats, a few lizards and a handful of spiders. If I were squeamish then my prized flowers would wither and dry and become something pitiful and wasted and covered in maggots.. Queen Guinevere was left in his castle, sometimes for months at a time. On many of those occasions Sir Lancelot stayed behind and enjoyed scandalous trysts with the lusty horny Lady Guinevere. All was well in the Queen’s world. She was happy, content, and sexually satisfied by Sir Lancelot. He knew precisely what to do and how to do it so as to provide the Queen with glorious, royal orgasms. Lancelot considered it one of his duties as well as his pleasure to make sure Lady Guinevere was not.