Years of seclusion left her with a hunger for the outside world and although her parents were stubborn, they could see the seriousness in her eyes whe...n she threatened to move out on her own.The nightmare didn't end there for her parents, as the only school with availability on such short notice was a public school, with a particularly bad reputation."You'll get your wish" her father had told her "But every day you need to report to us what you've learned and who you interacted with"His voice. Is now legal.”“And I know this as well, Jarl Ulfric.” He stopped pacing. “There are nine holds in Skyrim. I was there, saw it myself, and say this in Mara’s name. Eight of those holds have pledged themselves to the High Queen of Skyrim. She wears the Jagged Crown and has been recognized by all the Temples as the true High Queen. Your rebellion is at an end.”The troops behind him started muttering between themselves, and even his advisors were shaken by what Erandur said. Ulfric thought for only. ”I laughed as I said, “So you were one of her clients so to speak.”More like her sugar daddy Ron told me. He explained during my bar days Joyce had moved in with him. She sort of used his place for all her clients. Ron told me he didn’t mind as at least she would still have sex with him. “Hell that bitch used to feed me cream pie nightly back in the day,” Ron said smiling at me.My pussy started to drip as I thought about feeding Ron a cream pie even if it would be his own. I also remembered. Each arm was done as a unit. Once the left was finished, she started working down my sides, from the armpit to my waist. Ten or fifteen kisses each, alternating right to left, the same spot on each side. She then moved back up to my chest, kissing on top of the diaphragm, just below my pectoral muscles. Back and forth, over my whole front, working down to my stomach, culminating with her tongue exploring my navel. The anticipation and sensitivity combined and I raised up when she stuck her.