With barely a break for lunch, we took every King's Gate we could. Magically eating the leagues that would have taken days of riding. By sunset, we we...re nearing the snowline.Gaku, looking extremely uncomfortable riding a horse, closed the gap between us, "Blaster told me you were a Poet. He said you were pretty good. Was he serious? You wrote poetry?" What is so hard to believe?" I had decided to advance the boy's education, training him in the art of warfare and in the art of diplomacy. He. Back and forth, she slid herself against the curves of Bianca’s face, her head dipped forward in ecstasy, and her hair swaying against her shoulder with her movements.Bianca’s hands twitched in her grip, her tucked feet and ample rear doing their job of keeping her head in place. And then, like a bursting dam, Kate felt the sweet release of climax. Her body froze mid-grind, constantly tensing and un-tensing. She threw her head back, eyes closed and lips parted in awe as she let the bliss take. Her small fingers were toying with her twat and i could hear a slight sucking sound her wettening pussy was making with each entry into her wettened womb. With my cock at hard attention, she slowly released her liplock from around its throbbing girth and gently eased her pussy onto its awaiting length. Her pussy gently farted as she let her body slowly take its length into her tight, wet cunt. Her eyes were closed and I could feel her trembling with orgasmic joy as her first flood of orgasmic. Some of the wine had even run down into her cunt-bush. She was beginning to smell like a wine bottle, but she didn't care. She imagined herself a whore-slave, a tramp. How disgusting she must look! She giggled. If the rich boys could only see Miss Lynn Smith now, she thought. Would they kiss her ass now, or would they piss on her? Who cares? She might enjoy that for once - getting pissed on."Lynn, you're the whore of the earth," she said out loud, listening to the words stumble out of her.