"Tell me you haven't had sex with anyone," he turns so we're both facing each other. He was worried—a good thing, I guess. I swallow the huge lump t...at had formed in my throat, smiling unevenly and nervously. "'Course not." I take in a deep breath. All the nerves in my body were going off. I was tingling all over and throbbing with arousal—specially my breast and my pelvis. "But I almost did. I'm too submissive," I admit. This seems to make him pause and think about it. Was it me or was he. She poured some more oil in my ass crack and started giving slow sensual stroked giving me a complete hard-on. She giggle when I tried adjust my dick as it was erect. She asked me what happened and I frankly told her that I had got an erection. She giggled and told me to raise my bum part so I don’t feel any discomfort. I did as she said and she started caressing my balls and dick which was really hard now. The best part was when she applied some oil on my asshole and put a finger in and. She suspected, with some truth too, that her doing just that, turning those kinds of offers down had gotten her a kind of ‘ice maiden’ reputation that she didn’t feel was justified at all. Of herself, in those dark moments of personal truthfulness, and glasses of wine, normally late at night, and also normally to the music of Sinatra, she just said that she was simply ‘underused’. That was her word. She didn’t feel that she was desperate. The only desperation that she knew was the desperation. Val knew how ridiculous and a little slutty she looked, but she didn’t care. The traditional dragon knight’s outfit consisted of thicker leather jerkins and some metal plating, but Val opted for a non-traditional approach that aided in her style of fighting. Nimble but with a lot of power. A glass cannon almost. She actually usually enjoyed the way men looked at her, gawking at her, lusting for her. She knew she was pretty, and that she had a great tight body as well. She also knew that the.