She cried out wordlessly, loud enough to be heard over the pounding beat, her head thrown back, belly and breasts jutting forward, her legs no longer ...ble to keep her upright. She was embraced from behind, held upright, tightly squeezed as she came, her orgasm building and building until she thought it might claim her, her toes curling, her trapped hands clenching and unclenching as her hips pistoned, pounding against her tormentor, driving her tongue even deeper… She would have collapsed had. “I suppose, but it’s still not much.” Despite her words, Katrin gathered up her harp and her flute.There weren’t many inns in Snow Crown, and they were mostly frequented by outside visitors and traders rather than locals. The stormborn themselves rarely left the mountains, so they seldom had need for temporary accommodations. This particular inn was small, and Katrin and her friends took up half the rooms. While the music had attracted others to come inside, business had been slow.“Maybe if you. Her Super Dry mini skirt and vest top, her black bra and knickers, and her strappy sandals were cast onto the kitchen tiles beside her. She dared not move. She was doing exactly what she had been told. No one must find out about what had happened, ever, ever! And she waited for what seemed like an eternity. Where the fuck had Mrs Smith gone leaving her so exposed and vulnerable, although thankfully, she was fairly sure that there was no one but themselves in the house. Boom boom Boom boom . They won't like those odds, not now they know our fire-power."We heard the sound of approaching sirens in the distance."Trust the Old Bill, " said Steve, "Bloody late, as usual."The 'Old Bill' - a cockney nickname for the police - duly arrived. Several white-faced young constables and a couple of old hands in flak jackets ringed the cottage. Niall called out to them."It's OK, gentlemen. The bad guys have already left. Do come in!"There was a hasty consultation until someone who has seen too.