“How do you know it is not Le Gris’ bastard in your belly?”“I am too far along for it to be his,” Marguerite explained. “You don’t remem...ber? The night before you left for Paris, you had me. You were exhausted and sick, but I used my mouth on you until you were ready, then I sat on your cock, and you spilled your seed inside me. That night you made your heir.”“How fortunate,” Jean said rather snidely. He was growing angry again. “Tell me again, my wife, why is it that you told no one of this. But I don't give it further thought. Five minutes later I'm textingAlicia, a girl who met me five months ago and worships me when it gets onmy nerves. The giggling. From Crow. He's on the phone, probably withGina, his girlfriend. "Yeah babe. I'm gonna tattoo your name on my ****tomorrow. You want me to meet your friends? *giggle*. But *giggle*Kimberly always complains about how brooding and creepy I am. Yeah Iknow. I know". The others don't tell Crow off, so even I decide to let itslide.. Mark Amrath: 25 years old. The eldest male child and thus the heir to the throne. He has no talent at arms, much to Sir Richard Amrath's chagrin, and he's not the smoothest nor brightest fellow around, but years of sneaking out of the castle and slumming it up at the local alehouses have lent him an unparalleled knowledge of the secret ins and outs of Amrath Castle. He is talented at the art of disguise, and he's lighter on his feet than the average cat. All of these skills will prove. Being a gay theater there usually aren’t any women around so the men use both restrooms. As I walk up the stairs I turned around to see who’s looking at my ass and there are a couple of guys looking and smiling. I’m sure they could also see some balls and cock. In the mens room there are two urinals and they are occupied but in the womens there is no one there. There are two stalls with doors so I go into one to take a leak and as I’m pissing a guy pushes the door open and starts to feel my.