”She handed me a card and said, “He might be able to help you.”I looked at the card and it read “Brandon Marshall. Licensed Private Investigat...or. Spenser Investigations.” It gave an office number, a cell number and a fax number. I looked at her and asked,“Just how can he help me?”“You will need to call him to find out. I probably have already done more than I should have just giving his card to you and suggesting you call him.”“Then may I ask you why you have done it?”“I don’t honestly know. A. He waited until the door closed before he opened it and handed me a scroll. I looked at the king's seal before I broke it and opened the scroll. I began to read and looked at the Field Marshal, "do you know what this is?"He nodded, "a royal patent for the duchy of Khesture. The dukes council put the request before the king. They read your record and the few remarks I and the prince noted when we met you. They also read the intel report and evaluations they made on you. They have even spoken. The bathroom light was still on; he gave a tap on the door and turned the nob. Gwen was standing under the shower her large tits wobbling as she soaped them up and the great forest between her legs, dripping with soap and water. She turned and gave a smile, there was no demand he leave or horror at being noticed, there was no attempt to find a covering, in fact he did wonder if she even considered being nude in his presence was a ‘no’, ‘no’. “Can I have a shower?” he asked without waiting for. Her face quickly went from a smile to a surprised look. If you think her face was surprised you should have seen me. I was standing their in front of the girl who sucked my dick a year ago, and told everyone I raped her,completely naked. " AHHH", I let out a scream while jumping into my covers to hide my self. Jordan was looking away now with a bright red face but the she just looked at me plainly and said " it's cool I've seen it before, it hasn't changed much " " shut up" I said with a sigh.