With gentle, controlled thrusts he started rubbing his shaft against them. Though paralyzed, the toes didn’t seem unyielding. Retained most of their...flexibility, they moved back and forth along with the thrusts, as if responding willingly. Simon was already grunting with pleasure. The pulleys began creaking again, the swaying plaster cast gathering momentum. Simon turned aside, feeling ashamed of himself. The girl looked more helpless than ever with her plastered leg swaying like a drunken. It is said that once there were fair cities and fields beyond where caravans came and went to trade. Now it is the forest of Grod. He does not let men pass through his land." Who is this Grod? Does he have many stout men that he can bar all the trails?" Ranulf's hand dropped to the pommel of his sword, and his lips curled in an eager grin."No men," she mumbled, and they had to lean close to hear. "No men. He needs them not. The cold of winter, the snows and storms he commands to guard his land. She would push herself up until just the tip of my cock was in her, then do some crazy rotation thing with her pelvis as she slowly lowered herself back down. It was kind of like she was screwing herself onto me." Mmm, maybe that's where the term comes from. Remind me to Google 'screwing' later."He went on like he hadn't heard me again. He was getting good at that. "Then when she was all the way down, she would grind her hips on my lap for a few seconds before she pushed up again. I tell you,. Since I had been with a man much older than myself, I couldn't judge that part. I had never cheated on a husband, so I couldn't go along with that. Barbara liked to talk, but she was careful what she said and how she phrased it. She obviously knew that I was wired. I didn't mind that she knew."If the TV people use this, they will pay for it won't they?" she asked."Since they won't be in the room. they probably won't use that part at all. The conversation we are having might make it to the show,.