Chapter168:Oril defiles Jamole’s guts

Oril had grinned hugely, clenched her teeth, raised her sword and about to send a blow that would behead Lord Mayor when a shuffling walker lurked at the door. She raised  a furrowed brow, paused her hand and quickly hid the sword under the bed. “Who the hell is that?” she murmured and her eyes combed around for the unwanted guests that lurked at the corridor. She thought she heard a shuffling walker but what she could hear right now was the shuffling of innumerable feet as though the entire packs were coming to pay Lord Mayor a visit. The next thing she heard was the door creaking and opening to a party of female slaves. All scantily dressed, blushing and making a noise, they were being led by Jamole. Jamole forced out a smile and beamed, “Our luna is not yet soothing the thighs of Lord Mayor. she prefers the rotten cock of Greg Greenfield” he gestured at the party of female slaves to go onto Lord Mayor, “Since she doesn’t want to pleasure the alpha king, I beckon on you biddies to go