For some reason, this didn't please him. He had hoped that she would have shown disgust or maybe even some displeasure about it. Well, in the situatio... they were in, he was sure he would feel more joy if the girl would struggle a little more.It made him wonder if this girl was maybe so into sex, that she even wouldn't mind them all fucking her. Sure, a struggling victim is sometimes more fun. Well, for his twisted mind at least. But on the other hand, if she would like this all, it would maybe. I sit on the edge of the bed, the finger shaped jam and cream doughnuts opened on the bedside cabinet. You kneel between my open legs. You scoop out some filling with your finger, cradle my erection in the palm of the other hand and rub the cream and jam along my cock. The sensations are exquisite as you massage my cock between your hands, if this isn't enough you then take me in your mouth and lick and suck off the cream. My dilemna not knowing whether to close my eyes to enhance the sensuous. Plus, these poor Ardeni beasts need something to be proud of.”“The watch sigil?” “A shield with the queen’s eye in the center.” The tattooist said, dropping his kit on my table, “Hold on your arm, Watch Commander.” “What?” Certiok said, “It would be hypocritical of you not to be the first one inked.” She leaned, and tore the officer’s bars off my shirt, “You wouldn’t want people to get the wrong idea about you.” And she strutted over to the debauchery, her eyes finding Eva’s, their gazes. "Um ... sorry to intrude, but ... er ... I think you should ... er perhaps ... hide in the ladies loo for a bit ... our local bobby's just pulled up on his Noddy-bike."Sarah didn't stop to ask how he's found out who she was, but keeping herself as much as possible from the sight line of the front window, she ghosted herself through the nearby door to the toilets. The young waiter quickly collected our plates and left me alone with my coffee, no trace that I had had dinner companion sitting.