I enjoyed the feast Liza prepared and I am sure those who were remaining here did, as well. Though Trina was a good cook, her sister was in a league o... her own and I was very glad that she was coming along. I know that she was glad that Jerreth would be coming and vice versa, as they both had a keen interest in each other’s cooking. I wondered what delicious meals they would create while we were gone, and I found my mouth watering as I thought about it. The rest of my housemates were locked. By the time they reached the King’s camp, they were both breathless and aroused – but they also both had duties to attend to.Nathaniel promised to see her at the campfire after supper, bowing to her formally and weaving his way towards the command tent. He’d insisted she take the day off – and truthfully, someone else would have been assigned to ride her usual route already – so she had some time. She felt edgy, torn between wishing the evening would come sooner, and hoping it would never come.. And don't unmask yourself.'Said dad and put his own pants down as well.She was standing in front of him just in high heels and mask on the face. Her pussy was already wet and I wanted to be on dads place right now. She looked like goddes.'There, handcuff your hands again and lay on the table.''Mr. officer, I think this is not neccessary to....'Dad gave her a big slap to shup up.'I said to handcuff your hands and get on that fucked table! Do you understand?'Mom slowly laied on the table and. It wasn’t very good. The hands were all wrong and the broken mirror didn’t look even a bit like it was supposed to. Maybe I should scrape it all off and have a plain white door. That would look better than this. The only thing that stopped me throwing my palette and brushes at it in disgust was the life-time of training from The Mother about how to treat artwork (no matter how bad) and equipment. I supposed I should clean up the brushes and stuff, but to do that properly I’d have to go out to.