“Are you going to be a good girl?” He asks me, his lips just grazing my jawline. “What makes a girl good?” The question seemed loaded, but I k...ew the answer as if it were ingrained in me. “A good girl does what she is told” I say to him, drawing out the words and watching as his lips twist into a smile.In a sudden rush of lust and passion, he is pressing his body against mine on the couch, dragging his nails along my thighs and causing me to gasp and moan. He runs on hand down and between my. I followed in behind her, and the apprentices positioned themselves in front and back, lighting our path.I looked up at the Aerie, the second highest point in the city -- the highest being the spire atop the castle. The Aerie, though, is a tower, thirty feet in diameter at the top, and built by some ancient and long-dead civilization. It was here when King Tolbin founded Winterhaven five hundred years ago. It was a few generations after him that the spire got built. People with ego problems. Then another…………and another. He looks at me and starts walking away. The direction he is going is towards a washroom so I follow him. He looks back once to see if I am behind him and I make eye contact with him again. This washroom has dividers between the urinals. He is standing at one urinal so I go directly behind him and into a stall. I leave the door open and face him. He turns around to face me. He has his dick in his hand and is slowly stroking it back and forth. It is a fine fine uncut. Red lace thong, just enough coverage in front, although not really enough with a hard on. His erect dick was peeking out the top of the lace, an erotic look. He grabbed his balls through the delicate lace. The feeling of the lace against his skin was sensual. Scratchy and soft at the same time. Scot put a hand on his cock and gently rubbed. His other silky undies were cool and soft against his skin. They made masturbating gentle and soothing but slow-not what Scot wanted now. He wanted a big.