Bjoern Isebrand had briefly taken part in those negotiations, too, and rumours flew that Katherine of Erlenburg would be given as wife to the Count to... cement the new friendship.Those rumours were supported by the seating order for the evening. Arnulf sat on his chair, with Nele at his right side. Nele's brothers filled the raised table to her right, but on Arnulf's left sat Katherine, the widow of his brother, with the Count of Nassau at her side. By ancient tradition, only kin of the Erlenburg. “I turned 18 just 3 months ago sir”, the red haired slut replied holding up her spade tatted left breast, “but I got this that same day never had a white boy in my pussy sir” she bragged not knowing how much it hurt Trixie she couldnt say the same.Captain Timbs looked down at his young blonde agent sensing her feelings were hurt he placed his weathered black hand on her young head, “There there girl...I know. But we need agents like you in the field to stop more of that”, the old black man. Swinging my hand back I smack the hand away, still trying to push my way through the throngs of people. Again I feel a hand on my ass cheek but this time it squeezes harder and again I swing my hand back swatting the hand away. Finally making my way through the crowd I sigh with short lived relief as I suddenly feel a pair of arms wrap around me, one hand reaching for my breast area and the other reaching for my crotch, gripping both and squeezing hard causing me to yelp in pain. Harder and. Oh did I mention the heater on the Accent blew air, but it never rose past the level of tepid in temperature.The sun was well past the horizon before I got into the state of Mississippi. It had been down a couple of hours by the time I began seeing signs giving the number miles to Jackson Mississippi. I figured it was time to start looking for a motel.First I found the Waffle House restaurant. There were a surprising number of customers for Christmas Eve. I ordered their biggest breakfast.