The sun was so hot on my brow. I raised the hood of my robe to shade my eyes. I drained my waterskin before noon and my bladder began to grow full, bu... Angela showed no sign of stopping.I decided I wouldn't show her any discomfort. She rode her horse like nothing was the matter, her back as straight as when we left Shesax. The profile of her face was lovely. She was nobly born to possess such perfect features, and that hair bespoke of foreign blood. It shimmered in the sunlight as it bounced on. She was at her favorite part. Roger had realized that he truly did love the redheaded Fiona, even though he had simply married her for her wealth. Would it be too late? Would she leave him and run off to America with the ne’er-do-well Jay, a rake and a scoundrel that was only interested in Fiona for her money? There were so many ships in the harbor, which one was his wife and her suitor stashed away on? —- Monday morning, Peggy was unusually quiet about the purple bruise on her left cheek. She. Brandi lay there for quite some time before hearing the door open again. When it did open, a very gruff voice announced to Brandi that there was a job for her. Brandi wondered what this "job" might be, but before she could think much about it, her gag was removed, and she felt a stiff cock being forced into her mouth. Brandi pretended to mind this, but she really did not. After pretending to fight it for a few seconds, Brandi eagerly began sucking the cock, sucking it well, well enough for the. I felt a bit better with the news that nobody had been hurt in the flats, the last thing I wanted was to be the cause of anyone's death, which reminded me I picked up my new cell phone and dialled a number I had in the directory."Bath Custody suite, Sergeant Jones speaking." The man's voice said."Good afternoon Sergeant, this is Chris Beaker." I said and held the earpiece away from my head."Bloody Hell, how the blazes do you have this number, you're not even supposed to know it!" The Sergeant.