When he notices her walking in his direction, he ducks back in again, pretending to busy himself with the contents of his locker.“Hi Trent,” Chris...ty says from behind the door.Trent swallows hard and pulls it so that they are face to face. “Hi ... ah, Christy,” he says stumbling. “H-how are you this morning?”“I’m fine,” she answers with a grin. “I noticed you seem to be having trouble with something over here.”“Trouble?” he asks looking form her to the locker and then back. “No.” He shakes his. Days turned into weeks and still no meeting with the King. Finally, after a month, the King’s uncle summoned Jean for an audience.The boy-king was so impressed by Jean’s exploits that he rewarded him with a small treasury as compensation for his losses. He also paid Jean a year’s past wages, at the pay rate for a knight, even though he had only been a knight for the past few months. Lastly, he named Sir Jean a Knight of Honor, part of the royal household, earning him a substantial yearly. He hadn’t cum from fucking me yet so he was eager and ready to go, surprising Dani. He was a bit rougher with her, thursting briskly from the beginning. She had stopped licking my pussy and closed her eyes, her face grimaced with pain and pleasure. “Don’t stop!” I yelled with frustration, grabbing the back of her head and shoved it back against my pussy and she continued to lick and suck. At this point, Justin was pounding her pretty hard, pushing her face rhythmically into my pussy. I. The second and biggest one was her overly protective Mother.She had made the mistake of telling her Mom how good looking she thoughthe was , it was probably the worst thing she could have done. She wasgiven the standard speech of there was only one thing a man his agewanted from a girl her age."He's not that old, he's only nineteen," she said in his defense."That's too old for you," she responded firmly.The damage had been done and after that Mom kept a sharp eye on her. Shecouldn't even sit.