And take you to be my troth,” I told Jamie, who surprised me by wearing an actual bridal gown, so unlike her usual tomboyish self ... and actual mak...up for once.Not that she needed it, of course, I thought, as I placed the ring on Jamie’s left hand, that of my new, my second wife. The one that would stick, I was sure of it.“With this ring, I thee wed. and take you to be my troth,” Jamie let her voice ooze just enough lust as she slipped my wedding band on my finger.“Do you, Simon, take this. Knocked Drogon out of the sky for a wee bit. Thankfully not down for good, though he damn near cooked Ser Jaime and myself. I’m not stupid, but I’m no maester or engineer. Just a common sellsword.”“Not that common, if you’re Lord of Castamere, Lord Commander of the City Watch, and a knight of the Blackwater to boot. You really should adopt ‘Blackwater’ as a formal House name and surname, Bronn. The Scorpion can be your sigil, too,” Bronn’s bride, the now already pregnant Bernadette, unofficial. As I walkedaround I noticed the funnel bottle had been move to that room. The womenwere gathering around me and Karen told me that the lady's all wanted tosee my diapers. I had to stand there and lift my dress and pettis so allcould see. I was red faced doing this and soon was pushed forward untilthe funnel could be reattached to the gag. The liquid was released and ithad been filled with warm urine. I had no choice but to drink, fightingcramps in my belly and trying not to fill my diapers.. He responded by cupping my balls in his hands, pulled them so that they hung outside my fly and started to bath me with his tongue. “You deserve some cock in your life don’t you boy! You need some cock Jason. Is that what you want?” He looked at me and begged.“Can you fuck me, please. I just need to get fucked is all.” I smiled and slapped my dick across his face and the sound echoed in the silence of solid walls. I dragged and pushed the head against his closed eye leaving a moist trail. Brip..