A bridge lead over a deep moat to the gate houses which where pushed back from the main wall. Guards watched from above on either side as people came ...nd went. The guards at the gate house stopped me and made me hand over my bow and arrow and my ax having me sign my name in a book. I was a little surprised since it wasn't really a weapon per say. My stone arrows would shatter against the suit of armor the guards wore and my old ax would probably just shatter if not get stuck if it did actually. She leaves and I wait with great anticipation.She returns with several bras, some underwire some wirefree and a few that are front hook bras. She assists me in trying them on, and all this activity has my pants bulging with excitement. She comments on it saying “I hope you don’t poke through your panties that would be a shame to ruin a brand new pair!” I must of turned eight shades of red but she reassures me its ok, she has done this many times with other men. I decide on two bras, one pink. ........ never had her sister ever taken my cock all the way down to my balls.she start to lick my balls and shaft like a lolypop ever once in awhile she would deep throat me, then pull back and lick the top of my head. after about 5 min of working on my cock and licking my balls she looks up at up me says.." who's better me or my sister".. i look at her and say " does it really matter?"I pick her up from the floor toss her on the couch and remover her skirt, to my suprise she was not wearing. Their relationship had turned toxic but there was still a glimmer of the passion they had shared once and it was this tiny memory of their better days that finally moved Lillian. “All I’m asking is that you ask her. Okay? That’s all. If she says no, I’ll… I don’t know what I will do, but you won’t ever hear from me again!”“If I do that, then we are done! I’ll block you on my phone, on Instagram, on Facebook, everywhere! I’ll get a restraining order!”“Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you!.