don't make me wear a skirt

The two returned to the bedroom slowly, Lytle felt like stepping on cotton every step he took.

He couldn't help muttering, "I'm not feeling well."

He Cha helped his back: "Good boy, go back to bed and lie down first."

Lytle lay on the bed and hummed uncomfortably.

Hecha's hands were on his waist.

What is he going to do? !

Lytle shook like a sieve for an instant, weakly covered his buttocks, and squeezed out two tears: "You can't shoot it anymore."

The inside is not only empty, but also leaks all the time, how can it experience several more heavy blows?

Lytle imagined his buttocks paralyzed, and trembled several times in fright.

Hecha said gently: "It won't hurt, I'll give you a massage."

Then, his fingers moved.

Lytle gradually relaxed, he was pressed a little more comfortably, the soreness in his waist was relieved a lot, and the tiredness accumulated in his body was also swept away, but the movements were too heavy.

"You, take it easy." Lytle twisted.

Hecha's movements really softened.

Lytle was too tired, and his nerves were still tense, so he fell asleep in a daze as soon as he relaxed.

He had a sweet dream, his pus was cleaned up, and a cool and comfortable plaster was applied to his pitted buttocks, as if he had floated into heaven and had a bath in the clouds.

Lytle fell asleep until evening when he was woken up by his gurgling stomach.

He suddenly raised his head and looked around, the bad guy Hecha was not there!

Although this guy is bad, he loves to spank his ass, but he is quite skilled in massage techniques. Lytle thinks that even if he doesn't become a Duke in the future, he can still give massages to others to earn living expenses, and he doesn't have to worry about food and drink.

Lytle climbed up with his waist supported, secretly took out a small copper mirror and took a hard look at the back, and found that the buttocks that kept weeping finally became dry and refreshed, but the crack seemed to be a little bigger than before, and there was half a little finger so big.

Is this a gain or loss?

Lytle touched his deflated stomach, and howled twice at the door: "Tisa, Tissa!"

Oh, his Tisha didn't even know where he went.

Lying on the bed with nothing to do for a while, he suddenly remembered that he had made an appointment with Charlie this morning to give him Duke Hecha's human leather mask, but it was already evening!Back-and-forth guy.

Lytle furiously decided to settle accounts with him.

A dark red carpet runs up the ancient staircase, and the black marble is spotless.

Walking out crookedly and wandering around in a daze, he suddenly realized that he had no idea where Charlie lived!

Then what are you looking for?Might as well go to eat.

Lytle trudged back again.

At this time, one of the doors in the long corridor opened suddenly, and Lytle happened to turn a corner. Hearing the sound, he leaned up and poked his head out to check.

It was Mrs. Lina. She walked out of it calmly, flicked the non-existent ashes on the hem of her skirt, closed the door, and left slowly.

Lytle felt a little strange, didn't she live on the third floor?How did you go to the bedroom on the second floor?

Since the discovery of the bones, Mrs. Lina has been covered with a mysterious and eerie veil.

With doubts in his heart, Lytle stepped back involuntarily, and looked carefully at the wooden door carved with retro patterns.

He intends to go in and have a look, maybe he will find something.

Lytle imagined the adoring eyes of Duke Hecha, and couldn't help laughing "hehe".

The wound was involved in the smile, and the little chrysanthemum throbbed in pain. He immediately tensed his buttocks, straightened his back and took two steps, took out the golden key, and inserted it into the lock cylinder.

Lytle slowly opened the door a crack and peeked inside.

The gorgeous candlestick flickered with flickering flames. He glanced at the crystal chandelier inlaid on the roof, and his eyes stayed on the bed. There was a person bent over under the quilt. His face was blocked, and he couldn't see who it was, but his arms Stretching out, he could clearly see the arm of a young man, very thin and white.

Mrs. Lina's husband died in the turmoil in the small town of Cary in the early years, leaving only two daughters for her to raise alone. When she is lonely, it is understandable to raise a few little boys in the castle to meet her physical needs.

Lytle has no interest in the history of aristocratic love affairs. Although Mrs. Lina pays attention to maintenance and has no wrinkles on her face, after all, her age is already at the level of old bacon, and he will always feel uncomfortable with young boys.

Oh, he likes to substitute himself. He imagined the feeling of hehehe between himself and Mrs. Lina, and he couldn't bear to look directly at him.

He'd rather be poked in the ass by Duke Hecha.

But neither of these two things can happen to him, so what is there to compare?

Lytle was going to close the door silently, but he heard the person on the bed groan.

Isn't this familiar voice the Charlie he was looking for?

Lytle suddenly felt pity, oh, he thought hemorrhoids were bad enough, but Charlie was worse than him, not only lost his little chrysanthemum, but also defiled the little cucumber.

It turned out that he had wrongly blamed Charlie. Maybe they had been lingering from morning to night, and there was no time to make Man Leather Mask.

Although Charlie was wrongly blamed, what should be asked still needs to be asked. This is related to whether he can safely and painlessly steal the nutrient solution and maintenance solution from Duke Hecha's castle.

Lytle closed the door and knocked as if he had just arrived.

"Charlie? Are you in there?"

Waited patiently for a while, but no one responded.

Lytle tapped again.

Still no one responded to him, so Lytle shouted inside: "Don't pretend to be dead! I know you are inside!"

Five minutes later, Keli opened the door resentfully with two panda eyes on his face.

"I'm here to ask for my human skin mask." Lytle said innocently, "You promised me, you can't break the promise."

Kerry moved out of the way and motioned for him to come in.

Lytle keenly noticed that Keri's walking was also crooked, even worse than him, so he kindly asked, "Do you also have a sore back?"

Carey opened the door, staggered back to the bed, and pointed at the medicine bag on the bed tremblingly: "What the hell did you give me?!"

Lytle glanced at it, and said with a guilty conscience: "Oh, that's right, I approached a pharmacy at that time, and it seemed very reliable."

Kelly's lips turned white.

"Then I bought it, but I didn't expect it to be a low-quality product." Lytle continued, apologizing sincerely: "I'm sorry, I didn't know it would make the hemorrhoids worse, they are all cunning dealers, we can find him together , and then get back the ten gold coins lost in vain."

Carey was silent for a while: "You just want to get those ten gold coins back."

Lytle's face was full of confusion, and he hesitated for a long time, and finally reluctantly gave up: "I can give you five gold coins."

"Who cares about your five gold coins?!" Keli said with tears in his eyes, "Who do you think caused my body ache now?!"

Lytle opened his mouth wide: "Could it be a problem with the ointment?"

"Isn't it?" Kerry asked.

Lytle felt a little relieved, he once thought it was the cunning Hecha who stabbed his ass when he was in a daze, after all, the feeling of going in and out that night was too strong, now it seems that it is indeed a problem with the ointment.

Thinking of this, he implicitly confirmed: "Is your butt also bleeding pus?"

Keli didn't quite understand, and didn't bother to answer, so he said perfunctorily, "...about the same."

now it's right!It really was the damn old man who did it!He definitely wants to settle accounts with that guy!

Lytle turned his gaze to Kerry's lower body, oh, poor fellow sufferer, he hurt him unintentionally, it must be very painful to be drained by the old bacon while bleeding pus, right?

"I am sorry for your loss."

Kerry ignored him and even farted on him.

Lytle backed away and muttered, "Speak up if you have something to say, don't fart."

"You can go." Kerry covered his head.

"Then what...you promised me..." Lytle rubbed his hands expectantly, and carefully considered: "Can you..."

Kelly sat up abruptly.

Lytle saw that there were mottled red spots on his body, and the dots were even more severe than his. He thought that the ointment was really poisonous, and there was no grass growing where it passed, and he couldn't help feeling a little bit guilty.

He took out from the space bag, and took out a puppet marinated egg that had been treasured for many years.

"No, here it is."

Carey refused: "No, thank you."

"You don't want it?" Lytle couldn't believe it.

"Is there anything nice you can give me? Want to make my ass bloom again?" asked Cristian unrequitedly.

Eager to make a name for his marinated egg, Lytle opened the groove, a flea popped out, spun viciously 360 degrees, and began digging.

Soon, a deep hole was poked in the marble.

Keri pursed his lips: "Is this a flea puppet?"

Lytle said proudly, "Yes."

Kerry blinked his eyes and asked puzzled, "Shouldn't the burrowing be made into the shape of a gopher? Why should it be made into a flea?"

Lytle replied solemnly: "I originally wanted to make a gopher, but I made it crooked. Anyway, the function is the same, so don't care about these details."

Carey was less interested.

"You don't want such a cheap thing?!" Lytle took out the flea from the hole and handed it to him.

Keli coughed and said in disgust, "It's kind of disgusting."

"Okay." Lytle reluctantly took it back: "Although I'm sorry for you, I really have nothing to make up for."

"It doesn't matter." Kerry took out the human skin mask that had already been made, put it in his hand, and told some details that need attention: "When storing it, don't let it enter the water, or it will be ruined. "

Lytle was so moved that he was about to cry.

He hurt Charlie, and Charlie helped him regardless of the past, without asking for anything in return, and even declined compensation. He is really a kind little boy.

"God bless you."

Lytle thanked him, happily put Hecha's dick into the space bag and left.

Seeing his unsuspecting back, Kerry smiled secretly, and moved back to the bed step by step in the same happy mood.

Then he lay back with a twisted expression.