"Another bitch for you boys to play with," Jayne's voice told me she was back in the room, and I brushed cum from around my eyes to turn and look at h...r, "Although it seems you've got another plaything and I needn't have gone to all this effort."As I looked around I saw that the other bitch she'd been referring to wasn't me at all, she had only just noticed me there on my hands and knees, my ass being taken by her boyfriend. Fortunately, she was enough of a slut not to be too jealous, but she. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Her carefully rehearsed speech was lost somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind and she could only recall images of her degradation and humiliation at the hands of this woman who was speaking to her."Hello? Are you there? Barbara, speak to me!" Yes, Mistress Cheryl, I'm here." Barbara began weeping. She had no idea why she became so weak when confronted by this younger woman who was once one of her best friends. This girl, who wasn't. Darlene impressed me as the submissive type, despite her initial protests, she would be relatively easy to break. At this point my plans for her were uncertain. One possibility was to be trained and used as my personal slave, another was selling her to a local lesbian biker gang.My speech began by introducing myself as a dominatrix and describing these possibilities to her. She had offended me by rejecting my initial offer of hospitality, by abducting her I was acting in her best interests. I. He’s a war hero these days, battling his own fear of fire to defeat the Dead,” Ser Marlon Manderly whispered to Lord Yohn Royce, who just arrived from Winterfell.“Well, I for one, am not too bothered by it. You’re from a transplanted southern house that came up North and it worked out well for everyone involved. Perhaps it’s just that I’m of the Vale, not of the North, but I hardly see a problem for anyone here. It’s a welcome union, if you ask me. It’s a bit like Meera Reed marrying my own.