We looked out at the powerful river, now choked with ice, and for some reason we were hesitant, as if we weren’t sure what the next step should be. ...��I wrote you while I was in America,’ I said finally. ‘It was very nice,’ she said. ‘I can’t believe you thought of me while you were home, with your family and friends.’ ‘There aren’t many of either, I’m afraid,’ I said. ‘My best friends are here.’ ‘Oh?’ Madeleine replied. ‘And am I one of those best friends?’ ‘Of course,’ I said. ‘But you are more. " Yeah right! Be quiet and try to tighten your fuckin' cunt. I don't need to hear your bullshit."The man's strong arms were wrapped around my mother's legs, hugging them to his chest as his hips pulled back slowly and then violently thrust forward. His buttocks clenched each time he rammed his cock into her and then relaxed as he pulled partly out. He had a tattoo on his arm that looked like a black or dark blue ice pick with red ink dripping from the point. It stretched as his bicep bulged. He. He slapped her once across the face and she stopped struggling. Finally he had her naked. Loretta was an Arabian like her husband the imam. She was in her mid-forties, tall, and thin with a complexion so dark it was almost negro like. John held her down on the floor naked as Susan sat on her face. She told Loretta to start licking her pussy then asked John to smack her which he did. Loretta did as she was told and started licking Susan as she ground her slutty afghan pussy into her face. Susan. Wait.Perhaps ... I did have a prayer, after all?Oh Malgarath, the Firelord, God of Destruction whose true name I am unworthy of knowing, hear my prayer!Though your so-called servant, Mariska, appears to be merely incompetent, hear me! She intends to betray you, and use your weakness and the existence of the Dragonslayer’s line to maintain her control of you!We were the adventurers her unknowing friend, Ricard Parett, hired to retrieve his ring from the same ruin she and your other servant, Lord.