"Layla's smile shifted slightly from sweet to sexy, "Clara is hot." Clara is hot," Clara repeated, in a sexual trance.Layla's lips now at Clara's ear,...her breasts slightly pressing on Clara's, "Clara is fucking hot."Clara let out a soft moan, Layla's breath doing a number to her ear. "Clara is f-f-fucking hot," the innocent mother struggled to say.Layla's lips nibbled on the MILF's ear, ever-so-gently, "Clara is a sweet ass MILF." M-M-MILF?" Clara stammered, unfamiliar with the term.Layla's. For all intents and purposes, she could have been at work....except for the shiny black strappy 'fuckme' heels. She turned on her heel and said, 'Close and lock the door then follow me'. I did as I was told. She led me into a room which looked like it had once been a study. I noticed a low beam had several iron rings attached to it. There was also a leg spreader bar at the side and a table which had something on but was covered in a sheet. There was also a sheet covering something in the. I rushed to the living room and turned on the music. Soothing jazz streamed from the surround sound speakers in our home. I poured the wine and smile. There he is; I walked seductively to him, smiling, I noticed the pure happiness of seeing me on his face. I offered him a glass and a warm embrace. “You look so damn good, babe!”“I miss you!” our words stumbled out at the same time. We put the glasses down after only a sip and looked at each other with a lust that electrified the air. He. One of many we had had over recent years.After what felt like an hour of crawling and creeping through the stench, we finally reached the tower without incident. We quickly lined up against the walls. pressing our soot- darkened chain-mail against to cold stone. We muttered silent prayers while waiting until the crescent moon reached it’s zenith. That would be our signal to enact the plan.As the moon reached midnight, we raised the huge scaling ladder… and with that, the assault began. Bohemond.