Then she turned her back to me and I almost died of pleasure. They were not tights but fully fashioned, fifties style, seamed stockings. These are my ...avourites, which I always wear myself when I am having sex or wanking so I know all about them. In fact on this particular evening I was feeling quite randy and had put on a black corset and brown stockings under my clothes. The stockings had Havana type heels, the same as those I was wearing. These are the best because they have quite a large. She was usually more modest. He was tempted to lick her large, firm yet soft breasts and lovely pink nipples instead of massaging her face. Or crawl between her slightly open thighs and nibble at the pussy lips hinted at below the blonde curly hair. He was instantly hard and horny. He shifted his concentration to his fingers on her face and began to massage away her tension. The sexual tension was not only in the rigidity of his club, but stuck in his throat. He swallowed ‘You want a sheet?’ he. ”“You were missed,” she replied with a slightly flustered smile. “But we have the first of a few patients waiting for you.”“Lead on.”“Her name’s Livarna, she has some sort of wasting disease that the facilities here can’t identify or put a name to,” Cass informed me as she led me through to an examination area.“That’s unusual,” I frowned, as even if the Healers couldn’t heal someone, they could usually label it and tell them what was wrong with them.“It is, but I suspect she caught it from an. She must be really worried.'Danielle looked lost for a moment, but then took charge. "We obviously need help. King Rolf should know who to go to in times like these." Danni got the attention of a Sailor in the rigging. "Tell the driver to wait, we have need to go see the king."Soon the entire group of women was down on the dock climbing aboard the cart. Danielle explained their problem and asked Klauss to take them to see the King. There was no time for pomp and ceremony, Danielle burst through.