“Now” he said.She looked across at her husband but he was staring at the space that her ass would occupy in a few seconds, that is, if she went th...ough with this madness. She felt a mixture of fear and excitement mixed with a little anticipation; she took a deep breath, let it sigh out and slowly tugged her skirt up to her waist. She looked at Anthony, his face was impassive she could tell nothing from it, then she reached down and awkwardly pulled her panties down to her knees. She glanced at. .." So he said " I can see what turns you on why don't we stroke each other as we watch this flick". He gently massaged my cock the full lenght and rubbed my balls kissing my shoulder.As I returned the favor he suggested we dry off and go to his room which I was ready for. When we got to his room I sat on thre bed facing him holding his big balls. As I started to jack him pre-cum was leaking out so I started to take the head into my mouth. I worshiped that cock like it was the most hidden. Slowly I open my eyes to face the morning. The first sight I see is your beautiful face, a lock of hair hanging haphazardly on your forehead. You are still fast asleep lying on your side facing me. I remember falling asleep with your cock slowly softening inside of my pussy. We must have shifted during the night as we are now lying separately. I miss your cock. I feel my vagina come to life, pulsing in response to the thought of being allowed to have you inside of me again. I get up to get a. ”“Indeed. I am Brienne of Tarth, but I am no lady. This is indeed Podrick Payne, my squire. To whom am I speaking, precisely?” the tall blonde giant asked me now.“To Ser Roger Waters, Lord of the Whispers, Lord Commander of the City Watch of King’s Landing, and Knight Inquisitor of the Realm. You might wonder what such a celebrated member of the Small Council of Westeros is doing mere leagues from Winterfell, near the seat of House Stark, a house even now arguably in defiance of the Iron.