When the little nomads turned the trick around and waited in ambush beside the dark trail, they were passed by without anyone noticing the clumps of r...cks, which rose up behind them and touched the throats of the rear guards with the cool wood of their singlesticks. The guards were silent at first in shocked surprise and then in complicit participation.The children 'took out' all the guards as they moved up the edges of the caravan, and the guards fell in behind trailing the caravan a good. Once again I made sure, before we were married, that she understood myproclivities, and accepted them.Nonetheless, it was soon apparent that my fascination with lingerie wasnot helping our relationship. Maybe I'm a slow learner, but I was finallybeginning to understand: the real fantasy isn't dressing up, the realfantasy is having a significant other that wants us the way we are.As time progressed I suggested practically every compromise I could thinkof. I even offered to limit my dressing. "If you would deign to descend from your lofty perches, we could go into my tent and discuss this matter away from the ears of these others," the merchant said bitingly, his eyes roaming over the huge, armed, armored crowd that had gathered.At a loss as to what else they should do now that the plan they had arrived with had fallen apart, Lord Arar and the others dismounted and followed Donnar into his tent. The little merchant had apparently planned on negotiating with the elders because. That evening was going pretty much the same way, except I also took my dick out and stroked. I was mostly watching him, and we came together. This went on a few times over the next week. One evening, we were really high, and waiting for my mom. He asked me about the fact I always looked at his dick when I stroked. I was kind of embarrassed and did not say anything. He told me it was cool with him. He asked me if I could stroke it for him that night as he watched my mom. I was really nervous,.