Thiswhole ordeal was taking a while. Quickly becoming annoyed Claire said,"I know, she has forgotten. She needs to see how to play with one ofthose." ...he then started stroking my cock through my pants, I was abit hard from the power I had been feeling over my father, thisconfused me, but I didn't think much of it. Before long my pants weredown and my cock was fully engorged and in full view as Claire wasstroking it. I could see my father's eyes fixed on it, it looked asthough he was going to. After Eric and Jerrod finished stuffing themselves to the gills on Mrs. Berman’s savory, piquant Tex-Mex spread, they retired to Jerrod’s room and spent the next couple of hours immersed in two games of Go. It’s one of those games (probably the oldest board game in existence) that looks easy, but actually requires a keen intellect and a well-developed strategic sense to master. They were evenly matched and it was nip and tuck throughout both games with each eking out a win.Jerrod had just. I pushed away and stepped back, finding the big table with my hands and my back. "We need to stop right now." I dropped my head to avoid her eyes and started looking for my lost blouse. She moved in on me like I was prey. "Do we?" she asked with a little smirk. With a practiced move that only a woman could make, she deftly unclasped the front of my bra with one hand, releasing my breast and making them available to her. She lost no time, slipping a nipple in her mouth as she quickly discarded. Forty others had volunteered to patrol the walls, but not to fight. This was better than Ling had hoped.“Sergeant, I’m putting you in charge of the walls. When they are in range, get them to shoot sheafs of arrows; probably better than asking a woman to try and kill an individually targeted man.”With that, the small band of soldiers and the ‘ancillary’ troops – the volunteers; marched out. Fifty men, wasn’t bad, he told himself, as long as the enemy didn’t get close, they wouldn’t realise what.