What with some Red Guardsman still being unaccounted for, he wasn’t foolish enough to investigate on his own. Rather, he’d headed back into Hasp a...d reported what he’d seen to Sir Givens. At Sir Givens insistence, he’d lead the former knight, along with Gillen Hawksley and Syl Troef, back to the hill where the four had found Chugad crucified, naked and half-dead.Word spread quickly as Sir Givens carried the poor man to the old town administrator’s house. The house had been re-opened and was. "You and cute little Betsy Frenching each other. You two are really naughty! Do you do anything else?" "Like what?" I asked not knowing what she meant. "Oh come on! You know. Playing with each other's tits, or pussies while you French each other." She said tilting her head, a lopsided grin on her pretty face. "No. We just kiss each other. It feels really nice." I said, then my mind kicked in. "Do you and Dottie play with each other's pussies." Dottie was a close friend and had stayed overnight. I watched her gently drying between her legs before she pulled on her white panties. She then attended to her big tits carefully drying them before hiding them inside her vast white bra. She continued to dress and left oblivious of the fact she had been secretly observed for my sexual gratification. Next a plump woman in her early 50s entered wearing grey sweat pants and a white t-shirt top, I could see the curvaceous outline of her body, my carnal desires were about to be fulfilled. First she. She said she preferred the simplicity of only focusing on him and gauging her success by his happiness, but there-in-lied the problem. She wasn't making him happy. She lamented that nothing she did was ever good enough for him. All she wanted was to please him and the more she did, the less he seemed to care. She admitted to me that she would mess something up once in a while, on purpose, hoping that he'd even try to punish her for it, something, ANYTHING to make her feel like she was.