Not without also hitting my friends and Xera. What good would it do to knock out all the soldiers if I knocked them out, too. I couldn't carry any of ...hem except Aurora.And she was the only one safe.Officers barked orders. Soldiers marched off into the night carrying torches as the rain hammered their armor. They rung like bells as they marched down the streets, their eyes casting about, searching for...Me.I scrambled, darting around the edge of the building then climbing up the wooden walls.. The stretching felt wonderful, I fantasised it was his huge cock stretching me so wide. I was filled to my absolute capacity as I hand-fucked myself, my pointed hand fisting me desperately. I rolled half onto my right side? With my other hand i reached around behind my bum and felt my tight little arsehole. It was already slick with my emissions so I wasted no time and pushed two fingers straight into it. This was the final stimulus I needed? In seconds it seemed, I felt a crashing orgasm sweep. ‘But I am due to fly directly back to Boston.’ ‘Then you will have to tell Winston that you have to stay over and catch an early flight the next morning, won’t you?’ I enjoyed having power over both of them, taking the man’s–the handsome man to whom women had I am sure always been attracted–wife from his bed and keeping her in mine for the night. I imagined him alone, masturbating over pictures of her, while I was playing with the real thing. Later in Boston I enjoyed coming in her mouth just. I invite him to my place where we continue drinking. We get to my place and he continues to tell me how stressed and tensed he is. I tell him that I am excellent with my hands and if he allowed me to massage him that he'd surely feel better. He lays down on his stomach on my couch. I get him out of his shirt and massage him. I am so worked up having my hands all over his hot body. After about 30 minutes of working my magic with a sensual massage, he sits up feeling good. He thanks me and I.