Sara glanced in one window - the sign above read ‘The Wayward Wench,’ - to see a trio of nude girls - two Elves and a Dwarf - dancing on a small s...age in time to the clapping of the patrons. A big Orc guarding the door gave her a sharp look and she hurried on. As she passed more inns and taverns - from what she glimpsed through windows and open doorways - the first one with the dancing women had been one of the more conservative places.Sara was no prude - growing up on the streets of Maralon. ” Her hand slides down to his crotch. She grips him and squeezes. “Seems to be the same for you as well.”Rob leans in closer and talks in her ear. “I guess this is something that we need to take care of them.” He moves back and sees her dip her head.“Then what are we bullshitting here for?” she asks, a twinkle glints in her eye.Rob takes her hand and leads her from the Great Hall. They don’t talk as they move through the halls. The sexual tension between them goes though, and every so often. With Sandra around, she was sure she would get aroused again, just by looking at her. Well, probably also because she was also sure that Sandra's dad, like all men, would be ogling her for the rest of the evening.Done with her grooming, she checked herself in the mirror a last time and saw she looked respectable. Well, as long as people would think that her pussy always looked as red as that.Before going back to Sandra's bedroom, she quickly wiped up the water that was lying on the floor.When. She kept thinking "What the fuck did I get myself into?" Susan drove a bit fast because she was late to meet Sean and she wanted to get back to work.Susan would daydream every so often on the drive when her desire would get the better of her thoughts. She thought about feeling and touching Sean's hard cock. Susan's pussy ached and was moist in here daydream. She would occasionally squeeze a breast or feel her pussy for a lovely feeling. Coming to her senses, she reconciled that nothing would.