’’ Binky felt a flutter in her stomach as she looked down and saw his cock. She had forgotten how gorgeous it was and a spark tingled through her.... She pulled her chair up to the table. Marco took her hand and placed it under the table. Binky ran her fingers up and down the shaft. Marco closed his eyes, “Mmm that feels gorgeous, carry on with your story.’’ “Thanks for your permission Marco! So, there I was, all horny and hot and bothered…” “What were you wearing?’’ Marco interrupted. “So I. I set about cooking daddy the best breakfast I could muster, not wanting to perturb him more than he already was. As I set it in front of him he growled his grudging approval. I furtively escaped into the bathroom.There I found a nightmare staring back out of the mirror. My makeup was destroyed, the right side of my face was covered with a large multi-colored bruise and quite swollen. My stomach also sported a large angry bruise. Dried blood was caked between my ass cheeks and raw. He did not"."Come on it Wendy, whether you believe it or not your cousin was a drunkard. Take for example that gathering, not long after they were married, he was so drunk that he couldn't stand up and fell head long into the garden and his wife and her father got him to his feet. He had been consuming the brown ale almost in a continuous motion since we had arrived. I know I counted eight schooners he consumed"."He ... he was tied and he slipped. He wasn't drunk and to say he was is a false. The walls were high and thick and the great door was tightly secured in its niche in the wall. No grappling hook could overcome the overlay of stone that protected the top of the door.Something about the castle wall made Pardin's skin crawl. The wall, made of the same cut stone as the fine houses behind him, had an unnatural feeling to it that made him want to rub his skin clean. As Shmor explained, around the walls was a spell that rebuffed the magic that had overcome the rest of the city. As.