"Even though it had just been a day since he saw them, Emilia's little strip was stirring his cock again. He reached down and massaged Emilia's little...puckered asshole. He slipped a finger inside, making Emilia squirm."Face down, ass up," commanded Oakhill as he got off the couch and got behind Emilia. Emilia lowered her face against the floor, presenting her little ass to Oakhill."Heh," said Oakhill to himself, satisfied. He aimed his cock at Emilia's asshole, and pushed. He pushed steadily,. ”“Thank you Portmaster. Since we now know where the mage will be and when, we can set a trap and remove him. Your help will be invaluable in this matter.”“We will do what we can, Countess. But against a mage, there is little that we can do. We are but poor fishermen.” Seeing hope for the first time in hours, the Portmaster would take any offered chance.“Return in the morning. I need an accounting of your boats...” she also gave other suggestions and orders to the Portmaster. Then summoned the. We had arrived for dinner at 6:00 p.m. We’d been greeted enthusiastically, and apparently sincerely happy for us, by the group; and then, we’d eaten. Boy had we. The food, roast beef mainly, was truly great. The booze, only the finest. And now we were relaxing.“Okay, so when?” said Lea.“We haven’t exactly set a date yet. I was hoping for a June wedding, but that would be almost a year off, ten months, so we’re still talking,” said Anna. “Maybe January.”“Okay,” said Lea. “But whenever, you have. " So, you drive a little sleepy in the morning. I'm sure you and Artemis – and whoever – will have no trouble."We ate a small hole in the lamb and vegetables. It was getting dark as we were pushing back from the meal, when there was a single loud knock on the door. Pete got up to answer it and opened the door wide to admit about a dozen tribal elders. I'd like to report that they were in what we white men considered to be 'traditional ceremonial garb;' but while there were elements of that,.