Uncle Vishra pronounced judgment. Perhaps Tunare’s hand had opened those pleats to remind him that he had not yet lain with a girl; never celebrated Tunare with one. “Well, Miss Arabella Farquharson, it is good to know you had nothing to do with that disgusting incident.” Vishra turned and shouted through an open door “Clerk, seek out Captain Robson and have him take this prostitute back to her cell. Yet again, she had had to endure all those males putting their big filthy disgusting Human cocks in her tight fuckhole. Really, it was more than I expected as thanks for passing your student but it was a most appreciated gesture on your part.”
Bowerbrook’s cock hardened as he recalled how Cadwarra’s nude body writhed under his driving hips, his prick slathered by a flood of Cadwarra’s pussy juice. He closed his eyes. Bowerbrook knew he had to carry on. It was sage advice. And a Lord had his rights. That was handy. Once he knew the staffing levels that would be available tomorrow he could determine which morning tasks would need to be delayed until staff levels were back to the correct numbers. The Marshall was clear he did not care what happened to Falco but she had no intention of killing poor, foolish Falco.
