My eyes fell to her figure. Her sun dress barely covered her upper thighs in her position. Her rack was pointing up at the sky as Shayla leant back, d...ep in thought. I recalled seeing that body the night before, bouncing up and down on me, writhing against me. My cock began to stir in my pants. I continued to stare at her for some time, fantasizing about the night before. Shayla suddenly turned her head and saw my stare, my hand on my crotch. Her expression turned to a mix of anger and. TWICE! ... Kathy regained her composure enough to ask in the most sarcastic tone she could muster, “What did you do to win those? Fuck the most boys?”“There was more to it than that, dear.” Once again, that deliberate, matter-of-fact voice. “Number of times per boy, duration, and quality all came into it too. But yes. I got into the spirit of the occasion while I was there. I hope you will do the same.”“What’s with the canoe and the raft? It hasn’t even got a river or lake.”“They’re metaphors.. They were quite large, very firm…he would change that. He stroked her slender waist slowly, dropped his hand to her hip and caressing it where it flared out. She shivered a little but didn't move."Do you know what I do to girls like you?" he asked conversationally, lifting her breasts from behind and massaging the nipples gently. The girl shuddered with excitement, her breath coming in excited pants."Yes," she whispered, "you…you…you hang us…by our breasts." Very good," he told her, "and do you. “They needed a clan of dwarves. Any clan. All they needed were dwarves to send into the Void, so that they can bring their master back to the lands of Arcanum.”Mr. Bates’ eyes widened.“They needed any excuse,” I said. “If you had not done a thing, they’d have contrived some other excuse.”Mr. Bates sagged in his chair like a marionette whose strings had been sliced in a single sweep of a surgeons knife. His eyes closed and he placed his palms over his face. “A lifetime of guilt...” he whispered..