No, the old axe man was quite correct. She immediately took fresh attire from the closet and headed to the quiet smooth running river to the rear of t...e encampment.She stacked the dirty clothes next to the clean set and waded into the tingling water. The bit of soap in her fist was more than enough to refresh her skin to its normal immaculate condition. Just before she started to rise out of the swirling river waters, she spied the old knight squatting silently nearby with his axe at the ready. Your nails dig deeper in my shoulder. The pain is exquisite. My fingers slide into your pussy and I dance them around feeling the velvety softness within. I gather as much of your nectar as I can and bring my fingers up to my mouth. As I taste your juices, I rise from your breasts back to your face. I lick my fingers and savor the haunty flavor of your sex. I'm watching you as I enjoy the sensation. As you look me in the eye, you grasp my hand and suck my wet fingers into your mouth. Your eyes. "Mike waited until Farnost was able to catch up with the translation before continuing, "If you would accept our hospitality, it would be our pleasure if you would join us in a meal at the Wizard's palace; however, before we leave this place I would like to gift each of you with a present from the Wizard."At these words Mike gestured to a group of about four dozen women who had remained largely unnoticed with all of the other distractions their newly arrived Chinese guests had been focused. The hand drawn map she had sent me did not contain street names or house numbers but it was accurate and the house was easy to recognize from the photo, even though it was dark when I arrived.Not having a flashlight, I parked the car in such a way to direct the headlights on the rose trellis. Thorns stabbed my fingers as I searched for the key. By the description she had given, "'on the trellis," Laura had not planned on my arriving in the middle of the night.The house was small. From the back.