The vampiress trembled as his arms went around her body. She gasped as she pressed against him. Her thighs parted, rubbing her naked cunt on his black..., combat pants. Her clit rasped as she humped, her flesh aching. Faust howled and blubbered behind her.“There’s so much he can tell us,” moaned Abigail as her nipples rubbed into her husband’s chest, tingling on the cloth. “We’ll have to extract it from him.”“Yes,” Damien growled, his cock hard against her thigh. She rubbed her flesh against him. I counseled myself to be patient.I followed them back to the conference centre. I lost track of them inthe crowded lobby. I rejoined the conference but my mind was elsewhere.I plotted my revenge. My dear blessed reader: of course you know what Idid. This FictionMania! Yes: the entire French maid thing. Hormones,Hypnosis. "Discipline training," as that large lady had called it.Chastity. Castration. Huge implants. Cuckolding. Tendons shortened. Oralsex. Laser hair removal. Brainwashing. Plumped. “Oh you naughty boy,” she gasped and kissed him again.Michele led Jason through the lobby and up the stairs to the projection booth; Jason’s eyes were locked on Michele’s taught buttocks, her skirt tight against her cheeks as she climbed the stairs. At the landing he hauled her up and pulled her to him and kissed her, Michele pressed against him and lifted her leg and wrapped it around his as they fell against the wall. Jason’s hand went to her thigh as he kissed her deeply. Michele reached. Besides, the traditional kingsmoot that decided a new king, there was a more ancient custom were the eldest son had the right to take his father's crown through trial by combat.Theon would like to think that it was his exceptional skill with a blade that was perfected after years of hard training at the hands of Ser Rodrick Cassel, Robb and even Jon Snow that gave him the edge over the much experienced Reaver but in the end, his father had grown old, weak and complacent and it had been almost.