Revish wanted to tease even more of those feelings to the surface.He reached for a small bag on the night table. From within, he produced two long, si...k straps. Nara's mouth slipped open."Remember these?" he asked.The young woman did remember. But instead of nodding, she started to shake her head.Revish angled a thick brow upward, his lips drawing to a firm, crooked grin. She had said no before. Tonight, the choice wasn't going to be hers.Though she was reluctant, Nara said nothing as he took. Do you want to see the one I like the most? My voice sounds small and squeaky, but I manage to get the words out. Sure, pumpkin, Id like that a lot. I flip to the last pictorial. Theres a dark-haired woman with a pixie-cut and small breasts. Shes on her knees with her butt toward the camera. Her hand is on one of her butt cheeks and shes pulling it to the side so you can see everything between her legs. I point to it, and move my hand back down to where it was. Hmm, nice, my dad says as he. I now wondered about these.My ass being turned to the Dane, of course, was ineffective. Despite his initial attempt, he was not going to mount me; there was a significant gap between my back and his belly as he stood over me. I crawled out from under him and moved over to the small table in the hut, lowered my front to my elbows and bent my legs. I patted my ass, again. He came to me, made a small jump to be on my back and moved his rear into my ass. I shifted my weight to allow a hand to move. "A loud voice carried over from the distance, "Surrender now, and we will make your deaths swift." Who goes there? Show yourself!" Rohea shouted in return."We do not answer to you, dark practitioner!" the voice replied."Mages! I am Sir Rohea of Wollior. Identify yourselves." Sir Rohea, you say?" the voice questioned. "Prove it." Come here and you can see for yourself. Surely one of you must have been in court and will recognize me," Rohea challenged."Very well," a different, female voice.