Megan’s body pulsed against his deflating penis. Her mind raced with a single thought. She let out a heavy sigh. Kevin leaned up to look her in the ...yes. ‘What was that about?’ He pushed the hair out of her eyes and lightly kissed her lips. Megan’s eyes drifted close for a second. She opened them and looked at him. ‘That was so much better in my head.’ She started laughing and he looked at her. His eyes widened in shock. ‘I’m just kidding. I had to break whatever thought was going on in that. When she tired of this she had me wash her entire body. When I finished, she stepped out of the tub, dried herself off, and threw me the wet towel to dry off with. "I know you love to wear that G-string." She said. "So just keep it on slave, and go into the bedroom when you're done drying off."I finished drying, except for the soggy G-string, and went into the bedroom. My raging hard-on was sticking out the top of the pouch on the G-string. She walked into the bedroom a few minutes later. ”I followed her across towards the toilet but she changed direction to a part of the bar I had not noticed before and I sat at a table, facing her. Her trousers were dark green leather this time but with the same boots. She opened her yellow jacket and I saw her breasts clearly through what looked like a body stocking. They were larger than I had thought and her nipples were dark.“Your hair looks better loose too.”“Thank you.”The music started and she leaned forward to speak. I could smell her,. ”While he nervously considered my words, I decided to demonstrate for him. “Motion for your men to move away from the blue banner and I will prove to you how futile an attack is,” I said, pointing towards the banner of one of the cities.He looked back and forth between the banner and me several times. “That’s five hundred yards!” he gasped.“I put an arrow through a man’s head at four hundred yards in the dark and the rain. This bow is even better than the one I used then,” I countered. Deciding.