Abandon Slut!

Xalandra ran with her butt cheeks, more ample than she would have preferred, slapping away while the lime green butt-floss did more to tickle than to cover, abandoning her Queen to prance about in her birthday suit for masons that were despoiling the last symbol of her royal prestige, her palace.

Many had gone to the dungeon for much less than this. But these dwarves were getting a bargain rate on these blocks and a free show to boot!

As Belinda bathed and masturbated, blissfully unaware of her dwindling assets Greta had been in a **** dash to save what remained of the apparatus of the State, and so had auctioned off the palace, a place that represented not only disparity she wished to displace in the future, but also that she had been on the butt end of Belinda’s opulent lifestyle, and to remind herself that that had to come to an end, once and for all!

After a quick sale with a quit claim deed it had been agreed the dwarves would get the stones, but even Greta was surprised with the rapidity with which they worked.

Though a foot or more shorter on the average their strength was prodigious and matched only by their craftsmanship.

Mortar had been unnecessary to secure the monumental blocks of stone and now great sections were being removed.

Belinda went to sit her big ass down on the plush cushion of her throne, but her bare butt bounced against cold stone.

“Hey, where’s my throne?!”

Belinda was confused and squinted at the blobs that broke out in laughter.

“What’s going on?”