“I don’t know what kind of game you two are playing,” she said, “but I’m not into threesomes OR women,” shooting a nasty look at me.“Not...to worry, Dear,” I said, “You don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”“Then what are YOU doing here,” she snarled, “Because you are definitely making me uncomfortable.”“I like to watch,” I said softly.“Watch what ... oh, fuck, that’s sick,” she said.“I’m sorry you feel that way,” Wallace said, “I was really hoping that you’d come home with. "My the grace of god, the King lives," Pixie said exasperated."But he is in Yorkist hands, meaning they control the realm now or at least they will for the forseeable future," Bartand added, but his attentions were on matron Gelda now outside, all alone."Pixie I need to go out, and clear my head. I also need to take a piss. I'll be back soon." Feeling strength in his legs once again, and also in his hardening cock, he walked out of the front door of the tavern, leaving Pixie, and came around. He made himself comfortable, and looked at me standing there before him. I again had my hands behind my head, and stood with my feet wide apart.He began to speak. ?I will tell you now what you will do, and I shall not repeat myself. You will be given a cell to sleep in, you will be fed in your cell morning and night. Any disobedience, real or imagined, will be punished more severely than you can imagine. You will always stand as you are, but with your tits jutting out more?. I thrust my tits. “It was my pleasure, trust me,” she said with a sexy tone. She walked over to her light switch and flipped the lights out, leaving only a dim night-light to guide us to each other. She walked back over to me, playfully pushing me back so I was lying down. I scooted back and positioned myself so my head was on a pile of pillows; this way I could see everything clearly. Kristina clambered onto the bed and sat her wet pussy on my abs, my rock-hard cock resting in her ass crack. We both knew what.