It’d been a long time since she let a man touch her. His bowed lips curled up, driving dimples into the cherub cheeks of his unlined skin, the cock... face of a bad boy jock used to charming teenage girls out of their panties. Not an athlete with an agenda to climb higher in life like her son Graham, but one who used his looks and charisma to get pussy and his brawn to bully. Someone who cared about nothing but himself. One of those guys she used to hate in high school. With a laugh, she raised. . well, let’s not go into that now.”She nodded and then left to carry out her orders. The Jarl watched me for a long time as we walked back to his longhouse, then finally spoke as we entered. “If you will forgive me for not being formal, you’re not what I expected. Oh, don’t worry, I have no intention of going back on my words of support for you. But ... I am pleased. You are decisive, and capable of leading, yet also of listening to advice. Brave, yet also capable of facing your fears and not. So, I practiced my man-handling techniques throughout my teenage years. And since I could get the interest of any guy I wanted, I had a lot of opportunities to work on my game, even with the older ones.I viewed what I was doing as a learning experience, not developing manipulative behavior. I knew that I would have to learn how to manage those simple minded creatures or surrender all of my free-will to one of them. And of course, nothing seriously sexual ever happened. I was way too full of. I gulped. As you dragged me along the dirt and grass a step or two. And then pushed me around, to face my arse against you.I instantly relaxed, and pushed my arse back onto your crutch. My snatch licking your dick with its wetness.Your muscles tightened as you pushed me forward, my head touching the grass. My body, shadowed by the shade, swayed seductively as you looked at my vagina. Not needing to wet your fingers because it was covered in its own juices. You started to rub my clit. I moaned..