"What is your take on the assassination?" Dave wasn't responsible for killing Benton Harold." Hank said."You don't believe that Slave Dave killed his ...wner?" Karen asked."Oh, I believe that. I believe that Dave used a Fairbairn dagger to kill Benton, too. Our special operations detachment carried the British Commando dagger of World War Two for purposes of esprit de corps, and Benton had me drill everybody in the techniques specific to that blade. I had been an amateur historian and I studied. I took them and Mark said are you going to return the favor?I slowly removed Linda's panties and handed them to Mark.He put them up to his nose and said nice, and wet. Linda just laughed, so I had to do the same with Susan's panties. It was very intoxicating, smelling another woman's pussy juices.Well the girls had their panties off Mark grabbed Linda and asked her to dance. Susan said she had to go to the bathroom and I headed up to the bar to get more drinks. I lost sight of Mark and Linda. "If you give me a hand getting yourbrother ready for the Halloween Ball, I will introduce you to the madamof a very exclusive bordello in the village. She will provide you with anice room, a soft bed and lots of men to pump you full of cum. How aboutit?" Well, it would be nice not to bruise my knees on the hard ground anymoreand the boys were always complaining about getting their dicks and buttsbitten by mosquitoes," Gretel thought out loud. "Then too, my brother ismore trouble than he is. I do. But he’s not going to make a mess when I first touch him? Will he?”I told her no. That I wouldn’t cum that fast. And then she wanted to know how long it may take me to cum. I told her that would depend on her. “Why?” Was her retort. I explained that I was not a premature ejaculator. I had to explain what that meant. And that my climax would depend on how she pleasured him. She came back with this: “I only want to touch him. To gently fondle him and to touch your balls.”She took him in her.