<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #40BF80"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Gregorio Pescari</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">The Lord of Euganea</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/53cd9d89-d20b-452d-91a2-9d91f5ba5abc_zps00e843d7.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Gregorio awoke with an awkwardly stiff body. He moved his head right and left and banged it hard against the metal bars. His painful grunt and the chilly cold reminded him, where he was. Oh yes, the dungeons could really make your day and it was no wonder that most of the long-time guests lost every hope they may have had. But his night had been far uglier than one night in the dungeons should be. And the reason for it, was the young girl who had wrapped her arms around his arm, he had shoved through the metal bars into her cell and who was sleeping with the head on his arm. Not that Gregorio would have minded a beautiful young lady to sleep IN his arms. But sleeping ON your arm, the one you had held in some strange way to allow her to do so, was everything else than a pleasure.<br/><br/>Gregorio started to move his feet, to pull them close and straighten them again to get the stiffness out of his body. He needed to pee, but with Lady Danielle sleeping on his arm, there was no chance to do so, without waking her up. But Mother Nature called for her right and there was no other way than to end her sleep. With was kind of a pity, as she had finally been falling asleep after crying a lot. Poor girl, some badly advised actions on one day and her life was laying there in pieces. But maybe there was still a chance for her to reconceal with Alexander, because he needed that asshole away from Marina.<br/><br/>Gregorio tried to move his arm a little, but Danielle simply held him tighter and mumbled some protest in her sleep. In principle it would have made him laugh, but in the moment it didn't amuse him a lot. Gregorio put his other hand on the bar and turned half around, so that his front was facing her. He pushed the other hand through the bar and started to move his finger tenderly over her face.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Lady Danielle, sorry...mylady....Danielle...god, you really have some sound sleep....Danielle...please..."</span><br/><br/>She was just mumbling in her sleep, but ignored his words and his touches. Sighing Gregorio moved his finger in front of her earlobe and flicked it against it. On the fourth try she mumbled angrily, wanting to roll away. Unfortunately she mistook his arm for her pillow and tried to turn with it and Gregorio groaned in pain. Her eyes opened panically and she tried to understand where she was. Her hands let go from his arms and she scrambled backwards.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"No...no...don't touch me..."</span> Her voice was shrill and frightened and Gregorio laughed when he finally pulled his sore arm back into his cell and he got up on his feet. Unbuttoning his trousers he stood in front of the bucket and he let out a satisfied moan when the pressure on his bladder relieved itself in a massive jet.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I expected a little bit more of thankfulness for letting you use my arm as your pillow tonight, Lady Danielle, than your frightened tries to get away from me as if I am the worst guy you ever met. That wasn't very nice."</span><br/><br/>He shook the last drops off his hard dick and turned his head. Lady Danielle was with the back to the opposite wall, but her eyes were fixed on the massive piece of meat in his hand. It looked like she wasn't disappointed by the size, but neither was Gregorio. The girls had never complained that they didn't feel him enough, more to the contrary.</div>