I can’t even begin to tell you how much I miss being called ‘Follower’. It was the only time I ever felt my Path in Life had any purpose to it. ... was part of something, something very ancient and so much greater than myself. I went in as little more than an ignorant peasant girl, but when I put on my Followers’ dress, people looked at me with respect and awe.”“Well, here, among the Defenders, your life will have a purpose. And when we go south, and you’re riding your horse with a squad of armed. So then she says that her husband is hung and how much she loves it and says something to me that I must be big cause I am a big guy. I joked that I got ripped off in that department and we all laughed and talked about other things. So after hours of drinking in the sun they asked us up to their room. They said they had some stuff to make drinks and wanted to order some room service appetizers and just get out of the sun for a little bit. So we agreed. We get to their room, make more drinks,. I asked if I can intervene. He was happy to give his wife to me.Ramya and I started dancing to the romantic numbers. I held her close to me allowing my hands to explore her back and started touching her ass. I was shocked to find out she was not wearing a panty. She was loving my touches.I took the opportunity and kissed her nape and then her lips. She was going crazy and gave a small moan.Once I knew she was in my control I took her face in my hands and kissed her. She was waiting for this. She allowed her leg to fall open a little more and almost casually hooked a finger under the edge of her thong and lifted it aside. I opened my legs to show her the outline of my penis, fully erect beneath my slacks, watched as her eyes dropped and lingered there, the tip of her pink tongue darting out to lick her bottom lip. Her eyes on mine she slowly slid a hand up her taught belly to her breasts, her fingers moved over her right nipple, flickered over it, moved on leaving it straining erect.