1477 Mr. M!

Giggle. Giggle. 

The ladies chuckled, giving the man a last taste of their sweet bodies. 

Hmmmm... 

Their kisses stung his body, giving an electric thumb in his heart. 

Pah!

He soaked their butts one after another as they hastily wore very transparent attires made of knotted rope weaved together. 

Well, as whores, their business was to advertise their bodies. That was their market. 

And advertise they did. 

They giggled and walled out the massive private bed chambers, not caring that the other guards saw them. 

The man tied a love of fabric on his waist, walking behind them closely. 

"My Lord." The guards guarding his room saluted.

"Go. Take the little ladies to my playroom. Give them anything they desire and treat them like my prized possessions."