“Hey, listen to this...” She said as she unplugged her earphones from the speaker jack on her laptop.“I had issues even playing outside when I w...s a girl. I would cough so hard that my chest would my chest would feel like something was coming out of it. But I never let my asthma define me as a child. I never quit and I overcame the obstacles that were placed in my path. Now I’m a nationally ranked Adventure and Spartan racer and I love it. The feeling of being outside and at peace with all. Lysa, Jons wife, had claimed he meant to praise their son. A narrative Lyonel thought to be nothing more than wishful thinking. No one in their right mind would connect Robert Arryn and the concept of strength without putting in some form of negation.A blinding light flashed before Lyonel Baratheons eyes, after which the beds occupant knew exactly what Jon Arryn meant by his last words. Not because he had an epiphany, but instead because the beds occupant was no longer Lyonel Baratheon. Not. ” Meaning never if Simon had his way, at least not until after they’d been extracted.“No,” Holly complained. “I want a test drive. I don’t want you to pick me because dad asked you. I don’t want you to pick me because Esther asked you. I want you to pick me because you want to pick me. I don’t want to be a pity pick.”Simon could see her point – she wanted to earn her place as his concubine, not have it handed to her by others. Holly was young, attractive and was offering herself. She was legal. Her pink clit now exposed and shining.The small cylindrical vacuum’s end fit perfectly over Jessie’s clitoris. With the first pump, her clit was pulled into it. Her body jerked. It was saying, “Yes, please more!”A couple more pumps. The vacuum sucked her clit in further. Deep. “Yes, again,” Jessie begged with a grunt.Once more. That was it. The cylinder was ready to come off. The clit clamp was ready to go on. Jessie waited in want.The clamp slid over her plump erect clitoris. As it closed.