At our first stop I used one of the stoves and cooked some of the food. Our own people were used to this but the Persians were just very interested in...out tools. They did not eat our food though even though I tried to be friendly.We made camp that night and all of us were happy to get out of the saddle. Mithridates was not used to this form of transportation and I had to work on the blisters he had then do the same thing for the small discomforts our men had.BamshAd only watched but said. "Yes! I want people to stare at my tits!"The confusion cleared, the euphoria bubbled and Gretchen came like she had never come before. The orgasm shuddered through her, leaving her squealing and trembling.She panted in her chair, eyes darting, not sure what had just happened to her. She saw the man smiling at her and blushed, terribly embarrassed."I... I mean, I don't... Not really..." she stammered quite unconvincingly."It's nothing to be ashamed of, Gretchen," the therapist assured her. "It's. "Then I will," he said, and she did nothing to stop him as he slipped his hand under her short skirt and pulled her panties to the side. She gasped as two of his fingers slipped easily inside her soaked pussy.Seth removed his fingers and held them up between their faces. Both of them could smell the pungent aroma even before they saw the juices glistening in the dim light of the bar. Seth wiped his fingers across her cheek and said, "Come with me." He pushed himself off the wall and walked. ’ She made a sound somewhere between a moan and a sigh. We pulled apart again, and I saw her bare breasts for the first time. They were glorious. Each one was a little too big to hold in one hand. The top halves were very lightly dusted with freckles, like her face. Her pink areolae were tiny, barely the width of quarters, but her nipples stood out firmly. I was in awe. I had no idea where to start. Finally, I looked up at her. Her face was a mixture of expectancy, pride, and nervousness..