It was to be expected. Platonic love wasn't often returned. But now that her unspoken love had been spoken, Guinevera was not going to let him get away so easily. Even if her love wasn't returned, she would get something out of the Marshal. She repositioned herself in a sitting position on the side of the bed, facing the Marshal. "What if I can't find somebody who has this?" she asked and tore off the towel wrapping around the Marshal's waist. She knew the Marshal wasn't going to flinch like some men, or cover his pride and joy.<br/><br/>She stood up and grabbed hold of the Marshal's cock with her right hand, and wrapped around the Marshal's body with the other. "You can't get rid of me that easily, Marshal." She dropped down to her knees and immediately wrapped her mouth around the head of the cock, swirl her tongue around the tip in a constant spiral motion one, and then the other way the minute after.