He received word that the Marinids were beginning to gather and transport troops for an incursion into Castile. Since the province of Granada--wedged ...between Castile and Aragon--was still under Marinid jurisdiction, it wasn’t surprising that they intended to take their troops into the Marinid port at Malaga and then regroup at Granada before attacking. Evidently, their Sultan had mistaken my refusal to lead a Crusade to the Holy Land as a sign that I had lost my nerve and Sebastian still wasn’t. I tried backing upbut I was pressed against the bed. I tried to turn my head or stand up,but his grip was too strong for me to overcome. I couldn't even dropdown, I was already sitting. I couldn't move more than an inch in anydirection and an inch wasn't nearly enough to free my mouth from hisdick. Char outweighed me by about fifty pounds and had at least twicethe lean muscle. I couldn't even budge. I jumped from frantic to panicas his precum flushed into my mouth. Char rolled his head back. “Bitch, make sure you get all the cum.After breakfast. “Here is the outfit I bought you.” Recovering from breakfast, Morgan eagerly opened the package. Holding up a pair of skimpy red shorts. “Bob what is this.” “Something hot for you to wear.” “I am not wearing that.” “Come on Morgan.” “No way and look at this top, all sheer, nothing to it.” “My bra will show right through it.” “Sweetie, you are not wearing a bra.” “Quit arguing and get dressed.” “Wear the new thong with it.” “O,. ..your dad was being an ass and not paying attention. I wanted him to make love to me like he used to.” “So,” Susan asked, “What did he do?” Joyce said, “NOTHING, he just said, ‘don’t drink too much’. I was really pissed.”Joyce turned red and said, “Well, I was really mad and stormed off to a bar dressed like a whore. I didn’t realize the way I was dressed until it was too late.” Susan asked, “So, did you become a whore?” Joyce paused and then said, “No, but close to it. I met a strange.