” I wasn’t telling the soldiers and guards what I’d seen in that room, never mind a woman who could very well be a spy.She nodded again, eyed my...finger – still extended in a gesture that universally said ‘shut up’ – and sighed.“I am trained and specially qualified to deal with magical issues. Are you?”“No, your Highness.”“And are you a mage or scholar with expertise in magical items? Is this a skill you failed to mention when we interviewed you?”“No, your Highness.”“So when I told you to stay. Well he seemed like a pleasant person to us.. He would come to our rooms and talk to us and all.One day when I went to pay the hostel rent for the month he told me that there was some descripancy in the about paid in the previous month. He opened the record book and asked me to come to his side oft the table to check it out. He was seated and so when I went and stood next to him my crotch was at the level of the table. I didn’t notice it and while I was looking at the record his hand gently. She said, he was a nice guy. In the pub, it was quiet and they grabbed a booth to relax and ordered some cocktails. They sat for a while with small talk continued on various topics, finally getting a bit dirty and she asked him about his sex life and Shroff told her, it was pretty low. When Shroff asked her about her and her husband’s routines about sex; she giggled to say that they were both sex freaks with large sexual appetite. She was giving some details and Shroff developed a biggest ever. As much as I protested at first, deep down I was a very nasty, dirty slut and wanted Bruce’s cock in my tight ass. I have to admit that my legs were shaking from nervousness. For one thing, I was afraid it would hurt too much, but I was also worried that I wouldn't be able to take it at all. When I felt him grip his hand on my hips, I took a deep breath and braced myself for what I knew was coming next. I must admit that I chickened out a little and turned around to give him head to buy me some.