I splashed face first, letting the cool water envelope me. It felt good. Watching Jen, though, made me feel like a twelve year old kid again.We splash...d around, swam, played in the river until the sun started down behind the trees. A kayak on the river after dark is both illegal and quite possibly fatal with powerboats zipping around blind, so I sidled over near Jen. She turned towards me, stepping awfully close. Her face, bright, fresh, smiling ... I almost ... No, I had to be mistaken."I. We continued to move together in rhythm. Subtle little orgasms ebbed and flowed. But I was not the only one enjoying our encounter. I teased his nipples with my fingers and noticed his moans becoming more consistent and louder. I reflected on the last time and wondered if it had really been that long since our last encounter. His moans started to worry me wondering if it would wake his roommates. Not something I usually concerned myself with, but not something I usually had to worry about. She went forwards and made deep obeisance.Her father spoke about her, over her head in Kobekistani, saying to the man on the throne, Your Magnificence, may you live for ever, the worthless virgin granddaughter of your humble Master of Quarry who kneels before you would be honoured if you would deflower her. She would be even more honoured if you were to allow her to remain here in the harem of the Golden Palace.~Her heart sang, though she gave no sign of her excitement. She was being given to. “ ... and to do want to hang, don’t you Creed.” Another thread confirming that admission, dribbled from the horn as he nodded his masochistic affirmation, in dominated obedience, Ella posing with her crop and smiling with contempt at not needing to prompt him with it, while that contempt was matched with the sighs of utter disbelief from the women, at his willingness to humiliate himself. But Constance was not done yet, despite the appointed hour closing in; Nathaniel Creed would be fashionably.