You doubt my honor because of this secret meeting, but the truth is I lost my honor on a little rise north-east of Notabir. That’s where I watched a... a young girl executed my best friend and I did nothing. She had her reasons, but it wasn’t her reasons that made me do nothing. It was fear. Fear for the alliance, fear for my clan and fear for my own life. I lost my honor in fear of Athea Maghon, High Protector of Northern Vernya, and a fourteen-year-old girl.Let me ease your worries, I’m not. He leaned up against my car and asked how I was. I said I was doing good. He said that he liked my car and that he would love to bend me over it and tap my ass. I looked at him with a smile and finished with the gas.We stood there talking for a bit more, when he grabbed my hair and kissed me in the hottest way possible. His other hand was rubbing and tracing around my nipple. Kissing me with his tongue in my throat, then working his kisses to my neck and ear, were making me twitch down. " Seconds later, he shot his spunk over my skirt. I wasn't best pleased but he apologised for the mess and immediately wiped it off, there was little trace of it when I turned my skirt around to the front. In the toilet, I sponged the rest of it off making sure there would be no stain when it dried. I didn't want a white stain on my arse for all to see as I travelled home on the train.By the Friday, my pussy was back to normal, no soreness and the redness had completely gone. Even so, I took it. I watch as she walks gingerly to the entrance of the dance studio as I clean myself up and follow behind her.8:21pm.It is a difficult ballet recital. I can not tell if she is just not cut out to be a ballerina or if it is the ache that still lingers in between her ass cheeks. She struggles with some of the basic movements, her face visibly wincing as she is forced to clench her used butthole just so she could spin around.I am wincing myself as I am again forced to listen to the boring crowd.