It was dinner time so Mona was led to the dining hall. King Peter was already at the table dining with Remnia’s most prominent general. Mona knew hi...m well. The general’s eyes hungrily devoured Mona’s body head to toe. Mona was instructed to take a seat to the left of King Peter. Another pre-cut meal was placed before her. Mona realized that she was very hungry. When given permission to eat by the King, Mona did so. As she ate she listened to the conversation between the King and general Wessen.. He was going to be the biggest, strongest motherfucker this goddamn shitty fucking organization had ever fucking seen.Luckily, everyone thought the pansy had sucker-punched him again.He pulled his clothes on, his face a snarl of rage. It was almost too much for him to do up the buttons, his fingers trembling and unconsciously flexing and clenching into meaty fists. He rolled his shoulders and ground his teeth together, chomping at the bit to get back to the gym and work out until he. Her skin was soft and I immediately had thoughts of how it would feel stroking my quickly enlarging erection. "It's nice to be making your acquaintance. I'm Jill," she replied and snapped me back to the reality of the smoke filled bar we were in.We began talking, and both continued drinking. Our conversation jumped from subject to subject and the drinks flowed down us like water over Niagara Falls.Jill had ordered another round for us, and when she picked up her beer, she 'clinked' it against. I picked up my robe and put it on. I sat on the sofa. Not meditating, not sleeping but not really awake either. Pleasantly zoned out. The girls return. I heard the sound of a garage door. The girls were back. I got up and looked out the back window. The SUV was pulling into the garage. The girls came up the stairs. All were smiling. Ann and Barbara carried bags, Becca did not. I said: ‘I take it your trip was a success?’ All three nodded. Ann asked where Zena was. I said: ‘Napping.’ Ann gave.