“That is beyond treason.” Agreed a fat Duke. “Not only did that action threaten our Kingdom, but also all the Kingdoms of Ellyria. If the Jade Empress is successful, hundreds of years of independence and sovereignty would be destroyed! The Eveur boy deserves punishment for his father’s dealings with that sorceress. Hang him or behead him, death is the only suitable punishment for treason.” The crowd roared in approval at that suggestion, and Cameron whimpered. Death was not something the young boy was ready for. Not yet. “This is a sentencing.” The King said. “Surely we have all gathered here today knowing that death is the punishment suitable for our Lord Eveur’s crimes. The question is, how should this boy die?” “A quick death is too good for the son of a traitor.” One old Duke laughed. “Feed him to the wolves and lions, or let Fucking the elephants trample him!” “Or even better,” The fat Duke looked pleased. “We could break little lord on the wheel. I’m sure many will enjoy hearing his brittle bones crack when we smash his small body.” “Please...” Cameron begged, voice hoarse as he sniffled. “Have mercy.” Hearing his pathetic cries for mercy, the crowd only cheered louder and became more frenzied. Cameron knew it was hopeless, and yet he pleaded. Neither the people nor the lords saw reason, and the only thing that would sate them was seeing the blood of the traitor’s son. But suddenly, one of the eleven Dukes stood up, raising his hand to shush the screaming crowd. Cameron knew who he was right away, and watched as the tears flowed down his cheek as the shrewd and cunning Lord Remington cleared his throat. “I think we should all calm down.” Lord Remington was an older gentleman, thin figured and cleanly shaven. “We cannot let blind rage obscure our vision, we must stay rational.” Cameron felt suddenly that there was just a tiny glimmer of hope for indian him now, and he listened expectantly to every word that left Lord Remington’s mouth. “The crimes of his father were horrendous , yes.” Lord Remington continued to say. He had quite a lot of influence and was revered as smart man, so the other Dukes did also listen. “But can we really blame a son for who his father was?” Some of the other Dukes began nodding in agreement. “A son does not get to pick his father.” “That is exactly right.” Lord Remington replied, looking straight into Cameron’s suddenly hopeful eyes. “Even if his father were the most vile and dishonorable man I have ever met, I masturbating can not place any blame on this young boy with a clear conscience.” For as long as he had remembered, his father was the most upstanding and noble man Cameron had ever known. The other lords respected him and came to him for advice, until the day he decided to ally himself with the Jade Empress’s vision for a united and single Ellyria. Ever since then, his father had only been talked about as a lewd man who fell for the Jade Empress’s unnatural charms. And normally, the slights and attacks on his father would have made the young boy angry, but Cameron was too afraid now to feel anything but hopeful for his dildo life. “Lord Remington is wise and speaks the truth.” King Edwin noted. “The boy is still young, and throwing his life away cam would be a waste. Tell me boy, how old are you?” Cameron let his gaze fall to the ground. “Hey yourself! Mollie, determined to keep the peace, ordered a soda with her sirloin and fries. She came closer and have me a lap dance in between, rubbing my not-so-hard-cock with her ass, spanking herself in between. She was reluctant to ask at first, not knowing how he really felt about her. When he withdrew he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her bodily off the couch and pressed himself against her before pushing her back over the arm of the couch, holding her hips so they stayed atop the arm while her head and shoulders flopped back onto the cushion. It was crowded and people were brushing up against us. You don't have to give me an answer right now. She handed it to me and I washed myself indian and we rinsed and she shut the water off and we stood there… “I left you with one, use it more and your mouth less and you’ll probably keep it longer than your other ear,” the Devil dildo walks past the ear on the Fucking ground and looks at it for a moment,” It’d be a shame to waste this though, feed it to the dogs.” I didn’t remember much about geography, but I knew the route we were taking was going to be a long one. That silky, delicious snatch spasmed around my shaft. Her hand grabbed my cock, "stand up" she said as she let me go. She looked prettier than he had ever imagined she would. She moaned in satisfaction as she savored his taste, and the boy began to grow. What sounds that didn’t carry through the wall, did so through our partially opened window, and I could only surmise that cam Sandra and Eric had also chosen to let the chilly summer nights air ventilate their room. I smiled at her. Her black out drunk masturbating states always ended the same way, she would climb into bed with me and fall asleep holding my breasts in her hands as she spooned me.