"She's a Priestess of Bane, I think. Her symbol is on the desk there." I pointed at it. "She shot my dummy on the bed there with a poison dart from he... blowgun." I pointed to where it sat by the window. "I threw a paperweight at her and knocked her out. I heard her sliding off of the roof and I stopped her before she hit the ground." What do I do with her?" I asked, looking for any way not to kill her.Lady Megan looked very uncomfortable. "Why is she naked?"Idiot."Sorry, My Lady." I took a. ‘Come on, try sitting up.It will be much easier then trying to do this laying down.’ He placed his hands gently around my nuts, cradling them against any sudden jar as I tried sitting up. His help made it much easier and except for one tiny sharp pain which seem to travel through my left nut, it was a painless experience. With my legs hanging over the edge of the bed, he lifted a plate off the night stand and handed it too me.It was a kind of fruit salad only in large finger size pieces.As well. All movements were continual as they were slight, but they never stopped moving. At this point, due to all the pre-cum and wetness from her pussy, movements were becoming very slippery. Everything just slid so naturally together. He finally spoke. He said, "Don’t worry, you are safe with me. We won’t do anything other than get warm and of course anything that your boyfriend would be unhappy with."He told her that she can relax, that her panties were still on and nothing could happen as long as. I just left it go, accepted that although she was cute, I really liked her, and I'd want more with her, it wasn't going to happen. Then when Miranda texted me one night and said, "Too bad you aren't home alone tonight. I'm bored," I really gave it some thought. And I chose to act on it. I knew that if it failed, I'd come out looking like an idiot. Worse, if she told her sister, I could possibly lose a friend. But as long as it'd gone on, nothing had come out of it, nobody had said shit, and we.