And of course he knew that slim whiteboys herealways got their own cells so they could be of service to the guards on demand,which he had no problem w...th, but he didn't get to choose them either,naturally. And Darnell, what did he really mean by insisting on rules forhim? He hardly ever dropped by. Mostly that cruel Cletis was doing mostof his breaking. Now he was actually looking forward to mopping thecellblock concrete floors to get his mind out of this mess. The next day started off. I thrust through several dozen while my comrades ferociously cut through their ranks as well. My horse, a gelding who I named Varys, of all things, trampled more than a Sparrows as well under his hooves, to painful cries and wails from the crushed and broken foes beneath him.As the Gold Cloaks linked up more and more with my own troops, we began to really make mincemeat of the Sparrows. We also spared nobody among them, even bursting into septs to drag them out for wholesale slaughter. They. I say lets not, did not mention the fact that idea of fucking that massive gash only makes me want to laugh.So I grab a blanket and head out to sleep on the sofa and leave the gaping vag to sleep in my bed. I get on the sofa and can not sleep thinking about how bad the nite went, figure a wank will cheer me up, so I open up the laptop and seach for some tug wothy clips, start tugging away and am getting into it when old slack vag asks what I am doing.The cunt got up and walked in on my banging. My body was moving involuntarily. I was losing control and it was Emily who was in command now. I trusted her so I let myself go. I was falling through several of those new dimensions and then I heard someone moaning.“Ah, ah. Oh. Oh God!”After a few moments I realized that moaning was me, and I was nearing the point of no return. I knew it instinctively. I couldn’t stop now no matter what. Emily kept doing what she was doing.“Oh. Uh, Emily, Emily! Something’s going to happen. Oh, shit!.