Always that one little sound; no, not a sound, but neither a thought, at least not his own, a something in the back of his mind, calling him.And ... t...ere it was, a wooden door in good repair, so many of the others were splinters hanging on hinges or had been removed totally for use as firewood. As he approached the door, it swung open.He thought that he saw a grey-green orc in front of him, and began to draw his sword, but after blinking, he saw the most beautiful princess ever.A second door. It seemed as if Jerry’s proposal might work out. Anyway, I was on my own, so I spent most of Saturday getting ready for my date. Jack was picking me up around seven or so, then we’d go out for dinner and a movie. I wanted to look good, but not too good. Saturday night at the movies dressy but not evening gown dressy. I ended up rooting through Mom’s stuff and found a black leather miniskirt that she hardly ever wore any more. That, a red sequined tank top with a built-in bra, stockings, and. Stark naked, bent over an oak table with her hands locked behind her back, she was startled too, to say the least. She made to try to stand up, to shake him off. But he planted his hand on the small of her back, and drove his cock into her, pinning her to the table. The woman walked around the table and sat down on a chair against the railing in front of Kelly. She was beautiful, a tiny woman, very fair skin, with a long, aquiline nose, dark hair cut short. She was wearing a loose-cut raw. Thrusting his hips, moving his aching cock within his hand, his balls drawing up as his body began the familiar tingling; he was close, seconds away from his own sense of redemption as he redoubled his efforts with the biting flogger. Lingering at the edge of the abyss, taking the pain and wrapping it in the pleasure until he fell into oblivion, his cock twitching and spewing his seed across the floor, his gratification was laced with guilt and he beat himself harder, the sting more pronounced.