The cliffs of the mountains above hugged the sides of the city, including what seemed to be a large fortress built into one of the cliffs, and above o... a series of escalating terraces crops were grown.Opposite the fortress, there was a large, circular structure- the arena or hippodrome or whatever it is that the tournament itself would be held in, I presume. The streets were packed with merchants, visitors and citizens alike, making travel through the city to be something of a slog.After my. Hold on, go back into her room and wait for me,I'll be right back."Hearing him walking down the stairs, I raised my skirt and tried to touchmy private parts in a similar way to the way he had done, giving me suchpleasure. First I tried it on top of my panties, and then I pulled thepanties down and tried directly. It did NOTHING to me. Not even a hint ofpleasure. I couldn't understand it. Surely I was better at touching myselfthan he was, and yet even a little touch of his was so pleasurable,. The camouflage they had set up the night before was damnably effective. The camp was silent and still and no one was in sight. She knew Alex Vargas had set out sensors and should be aware of her presence by now, but there was no sign that someone was coming to investigate. She froze in place, realizing that the silence could mean that Vargas, Deacon and Roberts could already be out in the woods, watching her approach.That could be awkward. Raising her hands, but remaining in her crouched. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it. This is what a real man’s cock looks like, sissy boy. And it goes with his real man’s body.”“Yes, it is beautiful,” I agreed.“And he is beautiful also, isn’t he,” she continued, “Tell the truth, sissy boy. He turns you on, doesn’t he?”“Yes,” I admitted.“Maybe if you are a sweet sissy and do as you’re told, Dirk will give your pussy some attention.”“Oh yeah, that could be fun,” Dirk responded.“You just showed sissy boy here how a real man fucks a woman,” she said to.