This mobilization. Doesn't seem right. Not to me at least. You think this is all well and dandy?"The dekar was standing upright again with arms folded... the sheath of his sword dangling about his belt, his expression a bit sour. Lanris on the other hand seemed quite relaxed, resting on the sacks nonchalantly and seemingly more concerned about the serving time of Mott's stew. He took a drought of smoke from his pipe, before answering his dekar without turning to look at him:"Not my place to tell,. Mrs. Vargas walked to the counter that was near the sink and cleaning station and got out an over-sized ziplock bag from a drawer that Saema’s boyfriend had given to her the day they had picked her body up from the morgue. The actual clothes that she would wear during transportation didn’t matter all that much, and if he had failed to provide anything she would have simply dressed her in a gown similar to one for hospital patients, but the young man had given them a pair of pajamas that she had. The first few time he resisted, but she really kissed him hard. Then after he took off his baggy shirt, she would rub her hands all around and play with his chest, arms, and back the whole time they made out. It really was a reward for both of them. Soon he quit fighting it and took his shirt from the start when they were alone.He once touched her chest over top of her dress and she screamed and slapped him.She said it different for girls and he needed to wait.He was hurt that she did that,. She wrapped her hand around my stiff shaft and slowly stroked the full length. The nails of her other hand scraped across my chest and down to my stomach. “l want you to experience the pleasure you give me when fucking my ass.” She softly whispered, as her hand and fingernails continued to heighten my arousal.“Are you prepared for this?” She asked, as she rose to her knees and pulled a pillow next to her. “Absolutely.” I replied, as she fondled my scrotum. “Oh God, me too. Now stroke your cock.