Wi’ all my original leaders dead, including yer brother, I ha’e no choice but tae make sure we can win, whate’er way we can.’ MacRae told him,...the tone of doubt settling in his words. ‘There’s still the problem wi’ the Fraser’s. They’ve joined wi’ the Stewart’s and ha’e their protection. They also ha’e three of oor birlinns. I can take some men and find some more before the attack, so that won’t be a problem when the time comes, but I want that man dead, his uncle too.’ Ian’s rage roiling to. They tried small talk, so, tiring of this, I asked them why they were there. Jim handed me a bag, then asked is he could use the bathroom. Forgetting I had my toys out, I told him where the bathroom was. I looked in the bag to find a bottle of wine. I looked at Mary questioningly and she just smiled back. "You said you wanted to relax so we came to join you," she said as her smile widened. "But, I told you I wanted to be alone. You knew that," I complained. "I know, but we have a way of. Pathetic weak creatures. What else are they good for but for fucking?! Thomas! Bring these three bitches to my chambers immediately.? Thomas, the personal servant to the throne, jumped up in a hurry and unchained the girls. ?Get up you filthy whores, time to do your work.? Scrambling to find any strength the three girls found themselves on their feet and slowly sauntered off behind the king. As they passed through the winding corridors of the palace the brunette felt her legs squabble. Her perky titties were 34C and pulling out her little shorts, I found a tiny, black lace thong inside. I looked out the window to see her in the pool as I enhaled her scent; sweet like her mother.The next bag belonged to Cassie, who was Meghan's daughter. She had worn a sports bra under her shirt which was disappointing but her lacey panties were soft and smelled amazing. My cock was leaking cum and I smeared some into her sports bra. To my surprise, as I was rooting in her bag, I brushed.