“Yes, I suppose you did.” Yavara smiled, every word accompanied with a cute breath, “Elena is doing her best to reenact that night.” “Impossible. She doesn’t have the tool to get the job done.” I smirked at the hermaphrodite. “Maybe not,” Elena panted, the motions behind the curtains becoming more vigorous, “but I’ve got friends to help me out!” And they disappeared once more, Yavara’s squeal of delight sounding loudly over the backdrop of moans and blowjob slapping skin. I noticed Fucking that her voice changed after a few seconds, becoming lower and raspier, but I didn’t think much of it. “There’s a meeting at eight.” I called into the curtains, figuring someone in there would remember. I finally found Zander. He was by the ships, in conversation with a man who could be no one else but Drake Titus. The vampire was nearly seven feet tall beneath his black robes, and was flanked pov by two statuesque women whose postures belied a reverence for him. “And you must be our orc chieftain.” Titus said with a mocking tone. He extended his gloved hand, and I shook it, very aware of the strength behind that grip. It wasn’t often that I felt wholly Oral Sex outmatched. “I must say, I’m quite impressed with the Gorge. From what I heard of the Terdini, I’d assumed there would nothing but shit-bricked huts and rape pits. You actually have a dock!” “Yes, we live humbly out here in the countryside,” I said with a wide smile, “but I swear, the sun shines so much brighter out here.” I peeled back of the edge of his glove with my thumb, “Not a cloud in the sky this morning.” Titus smiled from beneath his veil, and withdrew his hand. “A beautiful day indeed, orc chieftain. Somewhat tarnished by the smell, however. I thought there must be a pig barn near, but no,” Titus Suck regarded the perimeter of orcs, “you obviously let the livestock free range.” Titus turned back to Zander, “Mind the company you keep, Fredeon. There will be a hierarchy in the new empire, and if you consort with the rabble, you’ll be viewed amongst them.” “There will be no aristocracy in Alkandra!” I growled. Titus turned back to me. “There’s always an aristocracy, orc chieftain. Class isn’t a construct; it’s the natural order of things.” Titus flashed his fangs, “The strong always eat the weak.” He looked back at Zander, “I expect to be kept in the loop, Fredeon. The princess Patricia Alkandi will be my representative in my absence.” He stopped at the top of the ramp, and looked back one last time, “And do give my deepest condolences to Prestira. She didn’t talk to me for the rest of the day. Phil was falling all over the place taking his clothes off. She then saw a picture that really caught her attention. “Not really, what are you getting?” I ask her. Grade 12, popular blowjob type. You MUST be thirsty! Shaking my head, I picked up the bag. Not Fucking that Sasha was an old bag of Suck socks but, Tina certainly influenced Oral Sex my libido. I will not beat or mistreat you unless you force my hand to do so. He knew he would be seen again with no problem by the soldiers and local farmers. Sitting up as the car backed out of the drive way and onto the street, the street lights flashed across the person behind the wheel. I don’t like his indirect way pov of answering things. “I’m sorry I tried to hurt you.” Rachel apologized.