Cook stood guard outside, her apron starched and clean and her smile welcoming. ‘Hello, Peter.’ ‘Hello, Edithe. What did I do to deserve this?�... ‘You’ll have to ask my mistress.’ Cook turned and entered the tent, standing aside so that he could also enter. At the head of the table sat a beautiful woman, her golden-brown hair piled in perfect curls on top of her head. Her reddened lips curved around the thin lip of a crystal glass, letting the wine touch her tongue before swallowing it down.. Her hands, still tied behind her, felt the bony knees of the man. "I told you, you was gonna do the work. So get to fucking, bitch." He reached out and grabbed her nipples. He pinched her now erect nipples between thumb and forefinger. Pain shot through her. "Slide that high priced cunt up and down my cock", he growled threateningly. Sandra raised herself slightly. The pain in her belly eased as she lifted herself off the rigid cock. She continued to raise up and she felt the cock sliding out. I got off my bicycle, parking it on the side of the driveway as I found the correct house I was supposed to go to. Calling it a house would be an understatement. It was even grander, lavish, and bigger than a villa. I guess, one could call it a palace. The driveway itself was huge, there were not one, not two, but three garage doors to the left side, a perfectly kept garden along the driveway, complete with a small stone fountain and a bench to sit on. The “palace” looked big on the outside, I. Personally, I didn't even think they could hold off a determined attack from a band of pirates similarly armed.Truthfully though, I knew that the fortifications were only a stop gap in the defence of Kenos. The city itself was walled with stone walls that were twenty feet high and the walls had several towers built into them. Even if a raider captured the port and the warehouses that lay about it, they still needed to either breach the gates of the city or the wall and given the level of.