It took her a few seconds but she ultimately moved her hand up his thigh a little, stroking her fingertips against his skin as she reached for her cha...pagne and finished it, offering to for a refill as an excuse to lean into Daddy, her hand ‘accidentally’ slipping off his thigh and onto his erect cock.“I guess grip is important for something like windsurfing.” Jennifer said innocently.“Oh yes.” He nodded seriously, his eyes locked with hers, pretending to ignore the fact Tegan’s fingers had. I asked if we wanted to forget it or compete for it.I was up, so I was fine either way. Everyone else was down, so each of them could take their losses, and walk away or try to compete for the pot. They all wanted to go home a winner, so they said that we should go to the chipping green. Closest to the pin wins. That was fairer than putting, because the last guy doesn't have the opportunity to watch the roll of the ball from the first three. It still helps to go last just not as much. Since I. How would you prove that I ****d you? Actually, after this was done, I could always throw myself into something, wear those manacles for a moment or two after cleaning them, and profess that it had been I; yes, unfortunate I; who had been ****d by the sexually repressed Sir Joshua of Rochester."Making her point, she ground down onto his hardened member, inciting a groan from him. "Don't deny you want this."He made another inarticulate sound before shaking himself back, "I don't deny I want to. Glancing up at his arms, he saw his wrists were encased in black metallic bands, each one holding a limb in place without any form of visible connection to the outer frame. The device vaguely reminded him of the magnetic bands that Dana had created for his sword, which suspended the weapon in a magnetic field across his back.Thoughts of his runesword had him looking around for it and he immediately spotted the glowing weapon resting on a table off to his right. He knew it was a long shot, but.