It showed the naked grinning white-skinned man sitting on a bed, a shapely woman using her mouth greedily on his long, thick prick... Brenda wanted to... be sick, she wanted to vanish through the floor and never return... the film showed all too clearly that the woman who was cock- sucking the man so avidly was none other than herself... When the film had run its course, in silence from the three, it had shown her with various men at that vile party last night, doing all sorts of lewd fucking. Barto’s cock was fully erect and fat. Gabriella slipped it from her mouth. She stood and led Barto to the bed and laid him face up, adjusting him with covers and pillows into a comfortable pose. Climbing between his splayed legs, she leaned in and re-commenced the oral dance. Gabriella fell quickly back into the routine. Barto was well into his heat, the blood rushing faster through his brain and body. His mind dazed as the moment arrived and he spewed his rampant cum into Gabriella’s gullet.. "Morning, Armand. Did you have a quiet night?" I asked while slowly rolling over to sit up."Yes, Milord." Thank you. I appreciate it." Sitting was not as bad as I expected. I glanced down at the stitches and saw that they were healing well. Better than well, actually. I would say phenomenal, if I hadn't seen what magical healing could accomplish. A single night's rest was equivalent to a week's worth of normal healing, maybe more.Someone brought me fresh water last night, and I used it to clean. The king left immediately and started to recall his army for most of them had left to go home and tend to their crops. Luke estimated that the king would only be able to get maybe six thousand troops by the time he got to Hastings. Before the king had left, he did ask Marion for some of her troops, but she refused. Most of her army was keeping order, or fighting the Scots, or being refit. At least that’s what she told him. In reality she was readying her army for when William won the Battle of.