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“It’s a message, with Marshal Stefan Girard’s seal on it. Very likely, it was sent amateur weeks ago, but the pigeon that carried it here must have been delayed by the strong winds that have been plaguing the Isle recently.” “The Marshal?” Raising a brow, the boy took the scroll curiously, and quickly opened it to read its contents. “Your majesty,” it read, “if this letter does end up finding you, I hope it finds you well. We have had our differences before, but as I sit here in the palace, I cannot help but think of you. Since I found you in that dirty village nearly two years ago, I have fought for you loyally and have always tried to be as much of a mentor to you as I possibly could in the place of your parents. Because of this, I still feel that it is my obligation to offer you congratulations on your marriage. I feel ashamed of myself that you must have had your ceremony in secret with no more than a handful of guards and lowly fishermen in attendance, and even more embarrassed girlfriend that you must have received no gifts for this momentous occasion in your life.” Looking back up at Sir Lionel questioningly, Damien frowned. This was very much unlike the proud man Girard was, and the boy king could not help but feel wary of it. “Just keep reading.” Sir Lionel insisted. “Even though I do not agree with it,” the scroll continued, “what is done is done, and as your fifteenth birthday is fast approaching, I have decided that I will send you a gift in honor of your nearing birthday in place of a wedding gift: half a dozen carefully anal selected handmaidens, for your bride. No proper Queen should ever do without companions to see to her daily needs, and I feel as though I have already unintentionally slighted you by depriving you of a proper wedding ceremony fit for a King, with an abundance of gifts and pomp, because of our disagreement. I am truly sorry it had to come to this, and if you do choose to reject this gift, I understand. But if not, please take this as a token of the beginning of what could be reconciliation between us both, for I have always thought of you as my own son. Yours truly, Marshal Stefan Girard.” “Wow...” Damien was at a loss for words. “I don’t know what to say...” “Your birthday,” Ava nudged Damien. “That’s in a month” “That does confirm that Hardcore this message had been sent a while ago.” Sir Lionel nodded, and looked to the Queen. “And if the Marshal’s estimates were accurate, this means that your new handmaidens will arrive tomorrow morning in time to help in the preparations for your birthday celebrations..” “Handmaidens? Oh, I wouldn’t know what to do with them...” Ava seemed unsure. “I’ve never...” pov “It’ll be quite alright,” the Captain reassured. It was special. “Show me how you masturbate when you think about me.” First time? Kate added as she reached for the pair I was holding. Most of the invited guests had come for the full ceremony: the spitting, the cooking, the eating. She was such a beauty. Friday… I told him I planned to tease you. I loved her juicy anal cunt wrapped around my dick. “Of course, daddy!” I didn't feel capable of matching her calm, professional strip. I groaned, knowing speakers carried my passion out to the watching crowd and to the country, to the world, watching the streaming broadcast. I pulled up to the front of are small local airport entrance and helped my bro with his luggage, shook hands and wished him all the best. Women can rape too, but I’d be hard-pressed to do that amateur to this man. Anyway, the reason I haven’t made my desires known, the pov reason I’m too scared to initiate conversation with him, is Hardcore because I’m a virgin. I lift my body out of the water and grabbed a my purple loofah and put some coconut soap on it. < Wilma, have you spoken with Portia? The tip of my finger slid between her fuzzy lips, stroking the protruding hood as I made my way to her little hole. I immediately shot the idea down. The other guy had a perfectly aligned girlfriend shot of digging his cock deep into the guy's mouth. The dude stomped off, muttering and cursing. We all agreed, Kev reached under the couch again, My daughter was beautiful.