Suicide was the first thought, but he knewthis idea was off the table: they were immortalmorphs, impossible to die and changing every soliste.Before ...e was able to clean up completely from hislast offering to the porcelain altar, he heard somecommotion at the door. Mike and Bill (without anyfriends, thankfully) came in without knocking. "Whereare you, Fuck Princess?" The tattoo on his ass wasapparently their nickname for him and Stephanie. Hewanted to hide, but knew that the inevitable was. Before I knew it, we both stumbled into the lavatory and she quickly locked the door. With a swift move, the pulled my pajama pants down and buried her face into my crotch. “I want it!” she nearly shouted it. Again, I put one foot on the seat cover and gave her a better access to my pussy, this time from the front. She pulled my pantyhose down and I stepped out of them. I could see that the crotch was glistening with my boss’ cum. To see a woman’s face between my legs always turns me on. With. I danced with a few ladies that night and, with prompting from my man, got to feel some incredible asses and tits. One girl kissed me as her as we danced together on the platform, guiding my hand to her breasts. We were both disappointed that we didn’t find someone to come home with us, but happy about the flirting and touching. When we got home, we got each other off again and again by telling each other what we wanted to do to the women I had danced with, envisioning where they would fit. Case in point, this whole assassin thing. Well, at least I have you now.”“Yes. You’ll always have me.”“Yes, I do. Now and forever. It’s ... our wedding day. I feel all of Skyrim is focused on just the two of us.”“Well, everyone in the Temple is, that’s for sure.” I grinned.“Oh, my.” She looked around with clear eyes for the first time. Lisette was still gently strumming her lute and humming the song in the corner. Falk and Bryling were sitting together on a pew with the close arms around each.