Franky climbed back onto the dingy couch which wasn’t very far from Suanquelle and quickly drifted to sleep. He was hoping for a dreamless nap, but instead, his head was filled with Magnus.

It was a sloppy wet dream in which Magnus submits to Franky after witnessing how cruel Kenny really is. Franky gladly takes up his offer and bangs him in front of Kenny who cries helplessly.

When he woke up, he prayed to god that he didn’t moan in his sleep and if he did that no one heard him. To his surprise, Suanquelle was still working on the muskets. She had made some progress in her fluidity of disassembling, cleaning, and putting it back together, but she did it slowly as if questioning if she was doing it right.

To encourage her, he says, “You’re getting better. I wasn’t always good with a musket myself, but it was my only way off the front line.”

“You were on the front line?” She questioned him.

“Yeah, when I got out of prison they brought me directly to the front line. Well I didn’t exactly get out of prison, I was just sentenced to the galley. They used prisoners to fill the gaps in infantry so instead of the galley, I went to the front line. I knew the only way to get off the front line was to be transferred to light infantry. To do that I needed to be a sharpshooter. So I practiced like crazy.”

“What were you in prison for?” She asked curiously.

Franky laughed. “Absolutely nothing! I’ll tell you more about it if you let me teach you how to shoot the musket tomorrow.”

“Why would I need to know how to shoot this thing?”

“To defend yourself. You never know when it will come in handy. Plus, it will give you another talent so if your body butter thing doesn’t work out for you then you can be an assassin too. I’ll help get you hired.”

“I don’t know about that. I don’t think it’s very becoming of a lady.” Suanquelle protested.

“Tough luck little lady. Roses are red, violets are blue, I have a musket and I’m taking you.”

“That was terrible.” She giggled at Franky trying to flirt.

“Come on, it wasn't that bad. I’ve done worse. But if you change your mind I’ve got something besides a loaded gun that you can cock and pull.”

Franky left her as she giggled at Franky’s terrible pick up line. Normal people may have been embarrassed or discouraged by the laughter, but Franky knew that the laughter meant they were working. And it also meant that Suanquelle had a brain unlike some other bloke he tried hitting on.

That evening Franky would catch Kenny’s other servants talking about him. Gossip spread fast among this crew, and their new hot topic was how he had hit on Suanquelle. Franky took pride in the fact that news had spread so quickly. It was also good for his plan since he didn’t want Kenny to know he was after Magnus.

The gossip would lead Kenny away from thinking Franky was into Magnus which was exactly what he needed to steal Magnus from under his nose.

Franky spent that evening following the mission’s crew from the shadows, eavesdropping on everything they had to say. It was quite funny.

Smitty had hired lord Martin to hire Kenny as an undercover agent, but Kenny had no clue about it. As far as Kenny was concerned the two were completely different employers. It was his goal to keep lord Martin’s objective and payments a secret, but his crew was terrible at it.

Jesse was the worst. He never checked behind any of the surroundings to make sure he wasn’t being watched or heard. If lord Martin had really been trying to remain a secret, Kenny should have sliced off Jesse’s head. The man just could not keep his mouth shut about double payments when it came to talking to the other servants.

While sneaking about the house, he came across Magnus and Kenny. They were both high a kite and talking nonsense about blowjobs and rope. Was that what Kenny was into these days? He almost gave himself away by letting out a small laugh, but the two were so oblivious to their surroundings they never even heard it.

Franky watched as the two continued to talk about lewd acts they could perform on the trop and he continued to watch when the two became careless and decided a blowjob was in order.

The two had gotten into a small argument on the right way to suck a dick so to prove who was right they started demonstrating on eachother. Kenny’s body was nothing new to Franky, but it was clear that he had put on a few extra pounds since the last time they fucked.

This was, however, his first time seeing Magnus’ slong. It was massive! Franky was impressed with its size and mildly envious. His own was nothing compared to that monster.

Franky didn’t stay for the end of the show, but rather crept away to find a secluded spot within the house. Seeing Magnus with his junk on made him slightly hot, and he needed to fix it. Not to mention the dream from earlier wasn’t helping his sex drive either.

With the coast clear and after checking at least ten times, Franky was sure he was safe and hidden in the attic of the house. With no interruptions, he began to take care of himself. He thought about Magnus the whole time, but was unable to finish.

Just as he was getting close to climax, a racoon scared the shit out of him. It must have snuck into the attic from the hole the Franky found while checking the area for privacy reasons. Franky was too startled to pick up from where left, so returned to the main portion of the house.

It was okay though; it wasn’t like masterbation was going to help fix him. He needed a really good fuck, and there was the potential for one with Suanquelle the next day.