She’s looking at where we sat last time, but the table is taken by a couple of businessmen, so she searches the room and finds my gaze. I see her sh...ulders relax a little as she changes direction and heads towards me.I don’t take my eyes off her, wearing a beautiful green and gold dress, her hair flowing over her shoulders, and the same red lipstick as last time. Her bright white teeth show as she smiles widely, I stand up from the seat and we embrace. She smells as inviting as I remember. Some. I’m a fucking liar! And I managed to piss myself again. Sometimes I amaze even myself! Didn’t think that I had it in me. Well I don’t any more. Oh please sir, kind master, pleaseeee!*Alone at last again. Go ahead, tell me something about how we have to stop meeting like this. Your turn to make the jokes, I just haven’t got the energy. What happened? I think I remember eight, perhaps nine. Have they finished? Please tell me that they carried on when I passed out and that my scourging`s over. No.. She shrieked and pushed down to my balls. I grasped both her budding breasts and held her tight. We stayed in this position for only a few seconds before she started rocking on my cock. She was gasping for breath, calling my name and shouting. “Fuck me Toby, make me your slut. OH God this is heavenly, fuck me Toby” She was so small and light I took hold of her tiny waist and was pushing and pulling her hard onto my cock. I could hold back no longer. I held her hips hard and thrust into her. Everyone had them, no one could fix them for good, and whenever they did get fixed, three more came up to take its place. Whether it was rampaging goblins, warring nobles, or kidnapping bandits, there was always something causing problems. But it isn't all bad, where some people see problems others can see profit, so wherever you see a farm overrun by orcs you can bet your ass there's someone right behind with a sword and a bounty letter. Some people call them heroes, others call them.