“I’m quite the matchmaker though, right? Isn’t she great?”“She’s amazing. She’s perfect,” said Charles. “Violet, I…”“Charle..., don’t say anything. There’s nothing to say. We needed each other, so ‘thank you’ isn’t even the right phrase.”“What should I say.”“How about – goodbye?”She put he hands around his neck and leaned up to kiss him a final time. They were almost there, but hey both stopped. It already didn’t feel right. Life had moved on.She kissed him softly on the cheek.“Goodbye. Her arms held him tightly to her, his head nestled in the soft of her neck.Jacob's hands still had a tight grip on Michelle's tits, his fingers digging into their pillowy softness.Jacob's dick slid a little too far and popped down between his mom's ass-cheeks. He continued grinding, his love-muscle now pointing down towards the mattress. He felt his cock-head dragging past his mom's butt-hole. With every downward motion it would momentarily get caught in her butt-socket, kissing the big. Take off her clothes. Bring me her papers."I stood there with my mouth open. Sasheed just laughed. Shaking his head he whispered to me, "Do you have any idea what you have just done?"From his tone and expression, I knew that I had gotten myself into something. I formed the word "what," as the King brought her papers over for me to look at. As they were handed to me, Sasheed said, "The girl is now your property. My father is giving her to you. And, my friend, don't even think for a second of. Some of the merchants are smelly fuckers. Oops, pardon my language. But Garmet, the horse manure merchant? I mean, I know it’s a good, lucrative trade, but he stinks.”“Better than Mandriko though” Mandriko was a fish merchant who had carved out a niche in providing high quality fish bone manure. It was a trade that the other fish merchants were happy to leave to him. He was followed by cats wherever he went. “So being raped by a good-looking officer is better than being married to a fat, ugly.