Like a proper Filipino angel, not some docklands slut who traded her body to white men for money. Did she fuck for money? He didn't really know. But y...ah, he knew. How else did she afford all those shiny silk dresses for the white men? Surely not on Dad's life insurance and Mallao's salary.In one smooth motion, Mallao peeled off his sweat-soaked t-shirt and dropped it next to his sister's bed. Hard work had given him hard muscles: not the useless muscles of the bodybuilders on TV that his. I fought my way through the throng until I found my way into the chambers of none other than Balon Greyjoy, the Lord Reaper himself.There stood Ser Bronn, even as he cut down Balon himself in single combat. That was no shock. Even a self-appointed Ironborn king could not stand against a sellsword of such quality as Ser Bronn after all. I saw Euron as he crept into the same room and prepared to fall upon Ser Bronn. I slashed at Euron with my cutlass and picked up Balon’s sword with my other hand. I hopped forward and rammed with delight.When we were done and lay facing each other, sodden but satisfied, she told me more. The Duke, as he was called, was using her mother as his mistress and her brother as a lackey and subject of occasional buggery.He had raped all three of them when they arrived. "In a vile and unnatural manner," she told me, my soft cock in her hand and her lips nearly touching mine. I licked her mouth and slipped my tongue between her teeth. "I haven't been the same. It was the one thing I could do something about. Except that I probably wouldn’t… I watched the children playing in the sand pit, two year old Matthew clumsily filling a bucket with a spade that was almost as big as he was, three year old Kayleigh busy with a plastic rake, combing the sand smooth again behind him as he scooped up each shovelful, reproaching him for spoiling her work. Once I’d finally accepted that James didn’t want children, making the decision to split from him had been easy..
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