He travelled unchallenged for almost two weeks. Mostly, he slept in taverns along the way. This allowed him to eat decent suppers and gave him an oppo...tunity to speak with the local folks who frequented these places.After a dozen days, though, his aimless travelling ended. He never knew the name of the small village, but the tavern was named "Golden Cockerel". He had secured a straw mattress in a small chamber that he had to share with two other travellers, and he sat with them in the guest. I licked and nibbled the skin around his cock before finally placing a soft kiss on the head of his penis, then I stuck my tongue out to lick the sensitive tip. I moved down the bed, so I was kneeling between his legs on the bed. I held his shaft in my hand and started to stroke up and down, then slid his cock inside my mouth. I had the entire head in my mouth, and I circled the tip with my tongue, then sucked softly, feeling the head grow larger. I used the underside of my tongue on the. I pressed deeper into her, warm and impossibly slick on my finger. I started to move in a slow-motion “come here” gesture as I kissed that spot where shoulder meets neck.Her hand was now pressing harder against me through denim. Pressing and releasing in a slow hypnotic rhythm.She never moaned, never screamed. Just a quick intake of breath, a gasp as her stomach tightened suddenly and her hips pushed hard against my hand, her hand gripping me through my jeans.Our lips came together, mouths. ”“I’m sorry Mistress, but you know how things can be in the office. I needed to...”“I know exactly how things can be. And I know exactly when you left the office. You had plenty of time to get here. I didn’t leave until a good half hour after you did. What were you doing?”“I...” Lionel hesitated for a moment. The two of them were standing in the hallway of Allison’s flat. Allison, arms folded and obviously angry, had been worried about where Lionel might possibly have got to and now stood.