Because of her size, it hung down on her like an oversized dress, which in a way was good. It meant that it covered her past her thighs, concealing Co...nie's nudity from Charles' gaze.Charles smiled up in relief."Thanks," Connie said, spreading her arms wide as she spoke."No problem," Charles said again, "and it should be me thanking you. You're the one who snuck up on Clyde and walloped him." Yeah," replied Connie, pulling her arms back around her, and looking a bit sheepish, "but you. We smiled at each other. "I believe it is your turn, mister," I said with a grin. I reached for his boxers and yanked them off. Johnathan lay down on his back. I took his cock in my hand and stroked it. I licked the end a few times before letting just the tip enter my mouth. Then I stopped altogether. He sat up. "What is it?" he asked. "I... I'm ready." I looked at him. He raised his eyebrows. "Are you sure?" "Yes. But I'm nervous. I'm a virgin." "Alanna." He kissed me. "I promise that whatever. I wanted to dance for him more than anything else in the world. As the music started I began to dance my way towards him. Everything I had learned about stripping, about rousing lust and desire in men, found a place in my performance. It seemed like the whole world disappeared. I didn't notice or think about anyone or anything but Jim. He was mine and I was going to get him.As I swayed and moved to the music I could see the effect I was having on my son. He seemed mesmerized by each movement. I looked at my necklace. Had it been taken on such a raid? Had it been pulled from the neck of a grieving wife, crying for her dying son, soon to be taken as a slave, soon to be raped?I entered the room and greeted my husband, bowing my head."Telemachus, my dear husband." My dear wife. Mentes, friend of my father, this is she."Mentes sat at his right hand in a chair only slightly smaller. He was old and weathered, with a trimmed gray beard and many scars. He was stocky, but even in his long,.