Boston lost 3 to 2...Although we didn’t finds that out until Monday because:“Thanks, mom,” Becky slurred and belched, her mouth full of vinegar ...ries, the half eaten double burger burrito waiting for another bite. She washed the fries down with another chug of beer and started to cry.So...naturally, the slightly older college student...proclaimed as such by the Boston College sweat shirt...nearly as drunk as she was...wanted to know why the sad face.“Oh, I love a concerned man,” she sobbed.. Her thighs locked his head against her pussy, allowing him to further her dynamic jubilation. She cried out for more as tears dripped down her face.He forced her thighs open and licked his way up to her clitoris. He quickly sucked her little hood into his mouth and flicked his tongue on her button. The sensation proved too intense for her. She pushed his head away and rolled over on her stomach.He kissed and massaged his way up to her neck, lying on top of her. He let his engorged dick dangle. It is our job to make sure you know what being a slave means.“It means that you are not a person any longer... you are a thing! If you’re lucky, you’ll be sold to someone who wants a pretty little sex toy for his own… or you may be a whore to entertain his friends or clients. You could be a servant… or you may become a prostitute. Whatever your master wants, you will do… for that is the nature of a slave.“Some of these buyers want a slave to torture, because it excites them to torture a pretty. I could see the banners of the Seljuk Turks standing their ground a mile ahead of our regiment.I grasped my holy weapon tighter. I paid no mind to the mortal foes that made up the enemy rank. I kept my eyes moving constantly, searching for the demon.Father Fredrick said I'd know him when I saw him.Hours rolled by. Our two opposing armies simply stared at each other, waiting for the other to make the first move.Then I saw him. A tall man in black armor strode out in front of the Seljuk lines. A.