"Well, I believe a promise of reward was implied when you gave us our aprons," replied Raul."Hey we bought them together!" asserted Sandy, not wanting...to be excluded from any reward giving obligations."So then both the cooks can expect a reward from the apron givers?" asked Pete hopefully.Barbara and Sandy made a show of looking thoughtfully at each other, as if considering the plea carefully."Perhaps," offered Barbara eventually. "But... there's a problem." What problem?" both men demanded. Money, support, sex, whatever works.”The gargoyle grunted, and the deep sound vibrated the huge throne, straight into Triss’s ass. “At least you’re honest.”Triss laughed, and buried her face in a hand. That bitch interrupted her, to keep her real motivation a secret. Well, at least Triss wasn’t on the verge of crying anymore. God, it felt nice to laugh.~~Jack~~He had no idea what to think, no idea at all.Trust her? Don’t trust her? Antoinette trusted her, and that trust hadn’t faltered for very. Instead of sticking around and interfering with the ones who knew what they were doing, Nil decided to take a trip to the farmers' market on the edge of town. Preserved provisions they had in abundance but having fresh for at least the beginning of the journey sounded like a good idea. Besides, if anyone knew the surrounding area it would be the local farmers.Nil, Lavender, two guards, and Deimie struck out for the market with a handcart and Rabszolga tagging along. The produce selection wasn't. One movement later and she moaned out as she felt my cock eagerly push into her pussy but then she withdrew again and grasped my shaft, running my cock up and down her slit, now and again hitting her clit with the very tip of my cock head.I leaned down and start kissing and nibbling her nipples then my lips worked their way down her body, enjoying every bit of flesh, but stopped just above her pussy. Her hands are in my hair and she started pulling as she feels the tip of my tongue flick across.