Not by the homemade city itself, for the castle and towers were rather short by my standards, and the single urban strip that made up its downtown would count for any one of a thousand streets in Ardeni. No, it was the speed of construction that had impressed me. I’d voyaged this bend not three months ago, and there had been nothing at the mouth of the bay but ruins. If my understanding of the timeline was correct, the castle had amateur been built within a month, and everything thereafter had been built within a fortnight. It was industry on a mass scale, a full nation mobilized for a singular purpose. And it was a nation now, there was no doubt about it. After a thousand years of back and forth between the Highlands and the Lowlands, the Midlands had finally been claimed, and it was the Midlanders themselves who had claimed it. The ruby gem on my mirror lit up, indicating that I had a call. I directed the navigator to sail us back to sea. Nautical mirror communication was oral dependent on how many ships were between the caller and the receiver. Every ship had a mirror on its masthead, and so a relay could be formed from ship to ship. In high-traffic areas like along the Lowland coast, all one had to do was sail out into the open water, and without the coastline obstructing the view, a chain would be formed to the port of Ardeni Dreus. I’d closeup rounded the Alkandran Horn ten days ago, and so communication had been impossible with a mountain range between Ardeni and me. If our flotilla hadn’t been slowed by the unwieldy trade barges, the whole process would’ve taken a quarter of the time, but alas, money took priority over politics. The blue gem on my mirror illuminated, and I palmed the glass. A spindly man came into focus, a bored expression on his face as he methodically tapped the mirror. “Brannon, to what do I owe the pleasure?” I asked. The man practically leapt out of his chair when he heard my voice. He collected himself, and dawned his usually scowl. real You need to enunciate,” Max said with a dark chuckle. Please fuck me!” “You'll see him at closeup the orgy tonight. I could tell he almost came right then but I stopped stroking him. Sparks shot through me. A wave of heat homemade that flowed throughout my flesh. There was a possibility I understood what was going on, but like hell I wanted to misread the situation. What a site. We were just trying to get him off." Now here she was trying to coerce a kid to amateur jack off real in front of her while they watched eight girls playing with each other’s boobs. “We can watch what they're up to.” Wealthy men across the galaxy can transfer a small fortune in credits to the Slavers, and sponsor a girl not to win, but to fail. “What do you mean?” I remembered the heat of battle. oral She felt so fantastic. Soon he was lifting her almost off his cock and then letting her slide back until it filled her completely. Holy shit!