"Sorry,Friar,I have an appointment," Oliver repeated nonchalantly."I can see that you are in need of correction,perhaps it will make you more mannerly..." the old monk said ,staring at Oliver,wishing that he could take the cane to this insolent boy's bare posterior. "You will go to room 14,along the corridor,there Br. Anselm will deal with you."Thank you,Friar," Oliver said,relieved that it was not going to be the old Friar,he looked way too strict,Oliver thought as he walked along the wide,stone. “One o’ ya?”Both shook their head while John spoke. “No sir. He has since left us, to pursue his own affairs.”As if conjured, Mokul picked that moment to appear. Walking silently, but confidently the Huntmaster went directly to the center stairs and descended out of sight. Nobody else acted like they’d noticed.“Well,” the Dwarf mused, “yer obviously no’ with them. Do ya know much ‘bout th’ Legions?”John nodded. “I’ve fought them before, down in the Southern Clandom. Individually, they’re so-so. All these while she was wearing a wrong size.I went to her.I : Wow great your boobs are big 38C huge. What’s your nipple size and color?She : Don’t cross your limitsI : It’s what I deserve to know. I showed my finger pointing a length is it this big?She was leaving the kitchen and I grabbed her boobs again. This time my hands hit the tipple section but could not make out its length. It was poky I understood it was a bit long.She went to the bedroom and closed the door after a while came back. Clarissa stepped close in her swaying silk, standing just near enough to tease Baker with the promise of a sniff of her cunt, the scent of which he’d come to adore like an opiate, sneering with contempt as he sniffed feverishly at the air for a whiff of it, before a tug on the leash from Mimi reminded him of his immediate duty before any woman. Clarissa smiled with curt satisfaction as he went down to those gracefully dominant stilettos, and lavished his lips and tongue to them in servile.