”“Oh, but it’s so cold and snowy in Cleveland, isn’t it? Don’t you get tired of it?” It was only forty-five degrees in Seattle. Ish.“It�...�s not so bad once you get used to it. The nice part is that it gets cold and snows and then it stays that way for four or five months,” I said. I hoped I was being believable. “Here, you never know if you need sunglasses or a sled!”“That’s what makes it so interesting here,” Susan said. “I don’t suppose you found my necklace, did you?”“No. I don’t think I’ve. " She presses a button on her desk. I look around nervously, but nothing happens quite yet. She swivels her seat to the side to cross her lustrous legs."You know," she continues offhandedly, "I don't know why it is that so many of our punishments are sexual in nature. Perhaps that's only natural in a female-dominated culture where males are the worst offenders. But whatever the reason, we've found it to be highly effective in males and females alike -- and often, quite satisfying to watch as. He scooted over to her, refusing to take her hand as he dropped unsteadily from the cart and into the cold, wet mud. He felt the dirt between his toes and pulled a disgusted face. The Orc laughed at him again, her hands on her wide hips.“This way, Sir Knight. Get some stew in ye while it’s hot.”She was right, there was no way that he could make a break for it in these conditions without any shoes, he’d be too cut and bloody to walk by the time he got out of the forest. Where was his gear? Did. I felt myself breaking. The mere touch of his skin on mine was enough to drive me mad. His hands were knotted in my hair, slightly pulling me closer to him. I found myself wrapping my arms around his neck. Without any words still, he pulled away, taking my hand, he kissed it and adoringly held in against his divine face. “Come.” He whispered his voice thick with lust. I simply followed. I was ready to devote my entire being to him in that moment. Holding my hand, he lead my up the stairs, to.