I grabbed one and started to rub myself dry. Mom meanwhile walked into the water, bent down so her body was under the water and she to grasped for air...as she stood and hurried back on land. ‘Cold? It’s freezing!’ she shuttered while she toweled herself. We hurriedly put our clothes back on and ran to our camp. Mom had lit a fire and we sat, side by side, shivering with cold getting warm again. ‘Well, it wasn’t sooo bad, was it,’ I finally said when we had got our warmth back. ‘N-n-o-o-o,’ mom. I was lying on the bed without any clothes when she took bath and joined me again on bed. Shalu now moved towards me and by hugging me she pushed me and started kissing on my forehead and then quickly moved to my chest and made circles around my nipples. I closed my eyes and started enjoying it. Shalu moved her tongue from my chest to my tummy. Now Shalu got hold of my dick in her and started doing to and fro motion. My dick started to become hard and rigid. Then Shalu moved herself in between. Plus those of the herbalist, the poisoner, the surgeon, the healer, the torturer, the spy, the courtesan, the linguist, the scribe, and the cryptologist, and a few others, which each messenger chooses for herself, according to her talents and her likings. And, of course, the skills of the diplomat, and those of the military commander, though this, the most deadly of her skills, is the one that she hopes never to have to use. A messenger cannot walk through a closed door, but she can pick almost. "I don't give a shit!" He continued more angry and frustrated than I'd seen him in quite some time. "It's not my fucking fault that it's going to be late before I can get my portion of the report finished, and you know it. If I didn't know better, I'd swear Betty Boobs was banging the fucking prick!"Once again, I cautioned Rob into lowering his voice, though grateful that most everyone else around us was still out to lunch. We'd given Beth the nickname of "Betty Boobs", evil or not, she was one.