There are never enough chamber pots in that filthy place.”
On the shoulder of the guard carrying me to the stables, I counted my blessings: No more king. I was not fooled for one second. Porn video I was instead asked to kneel on the stone tiles next to an intricate and surely expensive carpet by the bed. But, selfishly, I was just happy to never go cold or hungry again. My tongue knew the taste of hundreds of different buttholes between cheeks of all colors. That dream was squashed the day the king entered his bedroom with a confused-looking naked girl at his side, which was unusual because the night’s whores were already waiting for him in bed.
