Suddenly she felt deeplyvulnerable again. She wished she had a sword, or even a dagger. Her eyesdarted around in desperation until she found a simple ...olution to herlack of weapons. Picking out a decently sized fallen branch she at leasthad an improvised club to defend herself. It wasn't much, but it mightbe enough against a lone animal. She wondered if the old woman had senther here to die after all, the victim of a cruel joke. Retreating backwhence she came would take as long as continuing. Pamela was struggling to open her eyes and kept leaning on me all the time. I went to another room and changed into nightwear. I offered her a pair of clothes and asked her to change to make herself comfortable.She replied to that, saying her legs and body is paining due to dancing at the party. Then I offered to massage her legs, to which she readily agreed. While I was massaging her legs with oil, I could clearly see her red panty.Then I asked her to turn back. She started moaning a little as. I then turned and left, leaving her lying, without a backward glance. God, I loved being a bastard! And so the fun continued, but as it did so an idea began to germinate in my mind. Why confine myself to just fucking Karen? Why not spice things up a little bit more? I announced my intention to Karen the next week. “Karen, my dear, I have decided that I need more than one pussy to satisfy me. Next week, I want you to invite Suzanne along so that I can fuck her too.” It was genius! Karen could. "What is it?" I want you," she moaned, her hands moving over her body under the cloak. "Please, I need you."Balor shook his head slowly even as his own blood heated under the look in the beautiful girl's eyes. "We can't do this, not here, Luria. Come on, you know we must be away before they can think to look for us."He jerked away from her as her small hand pulled at the ties to his codpiece, sneaking beneath to caress his cock. "Oh God," he growled, his heart racing, his breath quickening..