“Cameron... Your father used to call facial you Leo. Can I call you that?” It wasn’t only his father; all the servants and courtiers back in his castle had called him by that name. They called him that because of how brave everyone would say he’d grow up to be, which was fitting of his House’s sigil. Only those who had watched him grow up called him that, and it felt weird hearing a stranger call him that. Nevertheless, everyone he knew were all surely dead by now, and so Cameron nodded, giving the old man permission to call him by his childhood nickname. “Little Leo,” Lord Remington continued to say, his hands suddenly beginning to wander around the young boy’s indian bare torso, caressing each and every inch of his smooth skin. “The King has ordered you into exile. Cuckold I had tried to help you escape death before, but it seems his highness was very determined to see you dead, which is something I cannot allow to happen.” The old man’s hands had drifted downward, now gently caressing Cameron’s lower back and abdomen. “And that is why I have called you here, to tell you that I have made special arrangements for you. Tonight, you leave the Kingdom of Osailia lick not bound and gagged in a caravan, but in my own royal carriage. I will be traveling to the Kingdom of Xeca for official business, you will travel there with me. There, you will enter into the service of House Darcy, one of the largest and most powerful duchies that region.” Cameron thought about that and frowned. It was good news, of course, but the young boy was now suspicious of good fortune. “W-Will I be safe there?” “You will.” Lord Remington’s hands hovered at the waistband of his undergarments as he smiled crookedly. “Do not worry, I amateur have made deals that will ensure your safety.” At those words, Cameron was relieved. “Thank you, Lord Remington. I will never forget this.” Jessica seems to understand and while still on her hands and knees, moves up a bit towards the head of the bed. Did I piss myself? Her voice conveyed her fright, raspily she got out, “It’s going to hurt, isn’t it?” At amateur this, she spread her slender thighs as widely as she could and grasped her ankles. He shuffled slightly, “you lick know what", I Cuckold moved towards him aggressively, “yeah you fucking know it and now I wanna hear you say it”. or perhaps it should be called "Its good huh? I'm going to fuck her hard.” indian "Please don't hurt me," Cindy pleaded. I laid on the floor for a couple of facial minutest till I recovered my breath.