.does she really think that small move is going to stop him from getting what he has worked so hard to get? he slips the scissors under the side of...her panties and cuts slowly through the material. then to the other side. he tosses the scissors back into the bag since he won't need them for anything else this evening and reaches for the front of her panties. he lifts it and moves it down, happy to see she isn't completely shaved like so many women are these days. her legs are still. His hand dives into my panties and goes straight to my clit.I begin a hickey on his chest. His fingers slip inside me which makes me bite down into his skin. My nails dig in too as he slowly fucks me."Babe that whimpering has to stop or else someone will hear you," he warns. "In fact," he gets up from the bed and my pussy throbs. He finds a roll of tape in the nightstand. He tears some off with his teeth and places it over my mouth. "I know you don't mind."I've never felt so desperate to be. "Then we shall go to the hermitage tomorrow right after breakfast. He has the main hall midweek mornings." Who is Ghordun?" I asked. Of course I asked, it was assumed I would ask, and I did not feel like disappointing any of the conspirators."He is a blade master, and a master smith. Now, Pacasin, remember what we learned this morning about tenses?" Yes master," I agreed. There were no tenses. Everything in Old Cunish was written in the present tense, though some strings could be said to be in. "So, he takes my cuffs off and clips each wrist to the chair. The chair is comfortable and heavy. As Gerry would say, the chair and I weren't goin' no place.He stands back and looks at me. It's a curious stare, appraising but not sexual."Hmmm, so you just startin' out here, Hon?" Yes, that's right; I arrived here, er, yesterday, I think." What am I thinking? He knows exactly when I got here. He was in the bus with all of us.I have no watch — they said not to bring one - and there's no clock in.