On that, her instructions had been very clear: Don't become a pawn . . .So after each explosion of her nude, sweating body she was allowed to catch he... breath, and the questions were asked again, with the threat of further "techniques" if she refused, and she would again refuse, and again the tongues and dildos would attack her, and again she was dragged up over the crest of a loathsome orgasm, the spasms jerking her body one after the other as the rasping tongues kept on and would not stop . .. I told him what I was doing and told him that I wouldn't be able to work for him that summer. Dan sat there after I had finished talking with a far away look in his eyes.It was a long time before he spoke, "We're a little slack right now. I've got some of my men over at my place working just so that I won't lose them. Let's go over to this place that you agreed to fix and see what needs to be done. Maybe I can help out a bit and keep my men busy at the same time." Dan, you can't do that," I. He held meetings as far apart as Exeter and York and does not seem to have held Court in the same town any two years running.Finally, a word about place names: Mældubesburg is Malmesbury, where Athelstan is buried. Grantanbrycg is modern day Cambridge and Colneceaster is Colchester in Essex.Athelstan is, of course, an historical character. All the rest, and this entire story, are my own imaginingsAthelstan's Mercy AD931This was to be the last year that Hereward of Middletun would take his. ?The next morning I am awakened with a light kick to my cunt. I am instantly alert. You are standing in the doorway of the laundry room, dressed in a bathrobe and holding a cup of coffee. ?follow me cunt? you say as you walk toward the back door. Remaining on all fours I follow you out of the house and into the yard. I pause on the lawn and wait for your next instruction. Usually I would be making your breakfast so I’m a bit confused. I am still hungry and really really need to go to the.