Frederic2 sat on his throne in his newly created warship, a Death Star. It was an exact copy of the one in Star Wars. He was receiving some of his 'lo...yal' subjects. Frederic2 had instated this 'court's day' for people with problems to come and see their leader. Before the massive throne, made from gold, silver and priceless gems, was a small girl, sobbing. "Please, sir. My father didn't do anything wrong. Don't kill him! Please! I'll do anything!"Frederic2 was listening to the girls whimpered. Mary remained where she was and Don and I watched as Alma licked here saliva soaked tongue over Mary’s big tits. Alma licked and sucked hard on Mary’s nipples then moved to her mouth.Mary opened her mouth, Alma didn’t kiss her but stuck her soaked tongue out and stuck it in Mary’s mouth. She moved it in and out as though she was tongue fucking her mouth. Alma moved down between Mary’s legs. She told me to move to the other side and for Don and I to raise Mary’s legs so she could get to. My trembling fingers ran over the Irish Wolfhound's body. Down, along his flanks, towards his dick. He was panting, an eagerness in his eyes I hadn't seen before. “I want to feel you.” My voice trembled as well and I wasn't sure, who I meant.The big dog shivered as my fingers touched his cock. It was slick and hot under my touch. “Go on, show him, how much you want him.”Like a sleepwalker I raised from my kneeling position to all fours, legs apart, lips slightly open. Oh yes, I wanted it, him.. It would be like fleas attacking a dog, annoying, but ultimately not deadly. His guess was that the huge ship had jumped to see whether they could detect it and to find out what kind of response they would make to its size. Maybe it had jumped for the sole reason of letting them know just how outgunned they really were.It was a bit of a squeeze, but accommodation was found for Gabrain and all of his team aboard the Dalriada. He had joined Tara on the bridge out of curiosity and he stood by her.