Oh no... „ she whimpered to herself. The living nightmare had begun again. And the memory of the unendurably, endlessly-biting switch made her start...trembling uncontrollably. It was the last memory she had had before senseless oblivion.Miss Judith smiled faintly at Julia’s display of modesty.„Put your hands behind your back and stick those tits out,“ she said. „Here you display them, not hide them.“Julia’s face puckered. She knew she had to do it, because now she knew what they could do to her.. Churchill begged for mercy for his people; the once proud, fat foolish prime knelt in front of Hitler who shot him, his pathetic cock cut off and stuffed in his mouth, before outside the tower. The rest of the ministers of the government lined up and shot outside the building that once they called parliament, The Royals hanged outside Buckingham Place to rot. Remembering the glories of the past always made his cock stir and rise in pride or was it the young topless server who was wiping down. ..Getting back to Vincent he let his hands roam over my body feeling my perfect tits to slip down the curve of my back to grab a big handful of my luscious very firm ass he slipped my panties off then reached behind me and unharnessed my cock taking off the garter so sexily slipping it down my milky white thighs so I could step out of them nicely untethered my cock sprang free after I parted my legs a bit that is and it stuck out its full nine inches proudly I got the cock from Dad just in case. As Count Tuftgale's knights took the last of the archers, they turned only to see their middle wavering in front of the masses of better trained men belonging to Baron Rosewick. The count could see a small company of cavalry fighting the Baron's bodyguard. “That bastard!” He cussed, “He does it to make me lose face, does he not?” He hesitated before he shouted “Charge!!” Roderick sighed with relief to hear the thunder of knights. He was sure Rosewick was shitting his plate. The Baron turned to.