The tarp was expensive; made from braided, aged leather specially treated with oils and tinctures, it was fairly resistant to fires and extreme heat. ...ven when it did burn, it didn’t catch fire or produce a flame but rather simply smoldered. Regardless, Ardt and Yren regularly doused it with water when working in the smithy just to be sure. Most smithies used a plain dirt or brick floor so that any sparks or stray molten pieces had nothing to burn. However, a blacksmith made extensive use of. Watching the watchers, I could see many were aroused; some were not subtle in taking pleasure from the scene before us, hands slipped under dresses or through pants but always with eyes on the fucking before them. We wandered through the room, there were 20 or maybe even 30 different couches each with occupants taking their pleasure before the eyes of others.The sight, sound and scent of the actions before us soon had my own hands wandering over Marie's body. As we stood and watched a woman. I told her that my back should get better with all the therapy I was getting, but since I had a couple of set backs it was taking a lot longer than we had thought. So if she could get laid while waiting for me to get better, then I would be happy with that. I told her that I still wanted to watch her masturbate and for her to suck me or use her hand on my cock.She did not say anything for a long time and then when she finally gave me a comment, she said she had to think about it. When she. “Then what you did was necessary,” Bena smiled. “Because he wasn’t going to stop. He’d justified it in his mind as a little thing, easily forgiven by Tyln, as a recompense for his service. He wasn’t going to stop unless someone stopped him.”She shuddered again. “He was going to do it to me!”She collected herself and shrugged. “You took his life – and the world is better off for it.”Yren was quiet for a few moments. “So, my recent homicidal streak doesn’t worry you?”“My love, my goddess is not.