A Russian beauty. She set down her gear and stepped up onto the scale. 105lbs. Not bad, but she’d love to drop those last 5 pounds to be the skinnie...t girl in her level at the rink. She heard footsteps behind her. Assuming it was Viktor, she said “I’m almost ready babe!” But then suddenly a hand was covering her mouth and an arm was around her waist, lifting her off the ground. Her skates clattered to the floor as her attacker threw her over his shoulder. “I’ve got a knife,” the man hissed. He said it was out of fashion at court.”“Well, I’m certainly trying to make it so. My influence upon patterns of dress has been rather gradual.”I looked around the room. The Brighton set, including the king, wore silk court dress and were barefoot. The rest of the gentlemen wore more traditional velvet suits with hose, and while I was not the only unlaced lady, I was certainly in the minority.“I hear your influence is rather stronger at Brighton,” I remarked, keeping my fingers crossed that he. Above the vixen, the name of the establishment was painted in bold green letters; this was the Hightail Inn."Nice place, you picked, Master Frelic," Hansen chittered, admiring the architecture and especially the sign. "And I swear, that Vixen on the sign looks remarkably like Mistie."Frelic had gazed at the Hightail's brazen sign many times since his arrival in Mistport, yet strangely, the resemblance to that Vixen he had checked out earlier, with plans to purchase tomorrow at the Southern Rose. Gina only grinned and gave him the lusty look of a woman whose soul was on fire for her man. And she took him in again, this time increasing the suction and friction with each slide up and down his cock. Craig moaned that he was about to cum and with that Gina tightened her mouth’s hold on him and waited for her salty reward, and just as she had swallowed Craig whole before, she swallowed down every hot drop of his white jizz. Teasing the tip of his cock with her tongue as she did. After Craig.