Looking for the right spot - there. Flat, gently sloping terrain leading along down to a steep incline before the muddy banks of the river. D'Dea dism...unted and began creating her trap.The night elf pounded the grass flat, paced back and forth over it, danced on it. With a thickly woven water basket from her pack, she drew water from the river and poured it over the grass, again and again, until the grass was slick and muddy. D'Dea picked up a pebble, tossed it into the river. The ker-plunk. 'It's just a little fetish I have.' 'That's interesting. Go on.''I'd love to be kneeling at your feet, peeling your nylons off. Slowly.' 'And lovingly?'How did she know that? 'Yes.''I love it!' She sat in my chair, kicked off her sandals, spread her legs and put a foot on my lap. 'I AM wearing nylons, the Pretend brand.' She folded her arms under her breasts and wriggled her toes. 'I like the feel of your cock!'I squirmed but couldn't tear my eyes off her splendid legs and the beautiful curve. "I certainly aim to please, Baby. And since I've now discovered yet another kinky dimension to you, I think we need to let you indulge it whenever you want." Yes? You don't think me too weird?"She laughed. "I already knew you were weird, and I knew what I was getting into before I got into it, if you know what I mean. No problem here. You're weird in a really, really good way. Make that ways. I know you're just being more honest than literally millions of other guys, old and young, single and. I came so hard on him. My whole body clenched, as though I had to somehow knot him into me, denying him any escape. I could feel his balls jerking against me as he emptied his semen inside me, no sheath, no questions. In the morning I was sore, awed by how he had made me feel in bed and certain that we would see each other again. 'Make him lick you out when you get home' Saul said calmly watching me pull my leather jeans back on. That seemed such a dirty and a cruel thing to do. Saul blinked..