“The mission was a success master,” she began, “The children are- ooh . . .secure,” she said, shuddering and gasping lightly as Mikael’s to...ngue slid over her cunt lips.“How many were taken?” Mikael asked, his head bobbing up from between her legs.“Two master- ooh- just like you asked,” she shuddered as he ran his tongue along her shaven lips once more, the very tip delving millimetres into the glistening honey-pot before him.“Ages?” he asked,“Both thirteen, lord, as per your request,” Mikael. As King, he had a responsibility to try and look to the safety of all of his subjects.Jamie called to the teenagers and questioned them closely, satisfying himself that they were at least willing to make an attempt at sailing the minehunters. He asked what they needed and was told that more hands were required. It was agreed that they would take out one of the ships into the Firth of Clyde and see whether they could handle her. If that was successful, they would split the experienced teens. "When you are up to it, I'll give you a piece. That's a combat ration and it redefines 'doggy chow.' Hunger spices up almost anything."Ashley perched on the edge of the table, one foot in my lap."I love Manny, bu sometimes..." Ashley switched subjects. "I didn't know what I was getting into when I volunteered for this mission." Me, neither," I added. "It was just a simple security system upgrade. I completed the upgrade ahead of schedule because Minister Sunday basically had decent estate. But I reckoned there was no harm in putting on a show for the parents – see Vatican rule one. About halfway through the girl started seizing and I realised it wasn’t due to demonic possession but a serious epileptic fit. I aborted the exorcism and called an ambulance. Having broken both rules, I was summarily defrocked and dismissed and they repossessed my company BMW. What did they expect me to do in that situation - continue the exorcism and pretend the seizure was demonic?Although I was no.