“You are dismissed, male. Inform your commander that I shall meet with him shortly.”The warrior departed with a crisp nod, and Varassa strode over...to the nearby equipment rack. She rarely bothered wearing her armor while in camp, but today she decided to make an exception. The prisoners were likely terrified already—the fearsome reputation of the drow had spread far and wide across the surface—but she wanted to ensure they knew precisely who was in charge here.With practiced ease, she slipped. But even he had warned her about venturing into the woods.It still wasn't enough to stop her. The siren call was too strong, drawing her ever deeper into the tranquillity of the forest.Belle thought she might have found the source of the confusion in her books. Some stories paint all woods as evil and terrible places, full of hidden dangers and creatures. Even the village abounded with the stories of some absentminded woodcutter that had gone into the woods, never to be seen again. No one knew. ”We looked at each other. Sheila piped up.“I suspect that we’re pretty lucky to find a room available, and especially so that they don’t mind us all sharing it. Frankly, I’d kill for a hot shower, and even a hole in the floor beats squatting behind a gorse bush again!”She had a point. The offer of a room was accepted unanimously. There was the usual French checking-in formality; we’d all seen “Day of the Jackal”, so it was no surprise to have to fill in a little registration card with our. "I'm fucking your mouth, baby," he panted, "I'm deep-throating you." She sucked voraciously on his cock, using her palate, gums, tongue and lips. He felt his balls swelling and the cum churning and swirling in his bag. He slid his dick out of her mouth and went down on his knees and pulled her down on her back. He unsnapped her shorts and slid them off, raised her legs and drew them back, and went down on her. He buried his face on her quim, rubbing it up and down and around. He clasped her.