“Thank you, Freya,” I chuckled.“No, thank you, John. You appear to have given us a chance to gain honour and glory,” Freya noted.“Well, it w...s hardly just me,” I chuckled.“Yes, but your name was enough to convince several of the værinjar of the hordes that the cause was honourable, in spite of the location and the allies,” Freya replied.“It is an honourable cause. As for the allies, well, I believe you’ll find Wind Councillor Ferrimoot to be an interesting man,” I answered.Freya nodded in. I missed having a random girl or guy slobbering on my cock and taking my load.There was no chance I was going to suck on it.If anything, I came here to see Cynthia have fun and maybe have my own dick sucked; not the other way round.He peered thru the hole and left.Out of curiosity I knelt down and took a peek myself thru the hole.I saw a room full of naked guys, stroking and the odd couple kissing each other.That grossed me out and I was starting to move from the hole, as guys kissing revolted. All working together for the greater cause. Two beings lost amidst machinery and abrasive equipment, broken and in need of repair… Cindi was my mechanic… to repair my inoperable heart that demanded her skillful ability to survive. My neck dangled back, feeling her hunger surge as she devoured my breasts. My mouth fell open, gasping in outrageous delight as she tugged at my left nipple with her lips. Her hands spun me around, meeting her mouth with mine in an upended kiss. ‘Gonna fuck you… I’m. Um, Tara, whats going on? My heart was pounding in my chest. My stomach was knotted with lustful anticipation and anxiety. I need you inside of me. I need to feel the touch of a man. A real man. That fucking asshole has been gone for months. Even when he was here he was so turned off by the fact that Id just delivered his goddamn baby he wouldnt even touch me. I know Im not perfect, but Im still sexy, arent I? Jesus, Tara, youre beautiful. But Im married. I cant be with you. Paul, Im just.