(Inside the Tiber Hideout)John Awoke to A Sweet singing, he tried getting up, but he felt several Stitches Pull and the Pain Causes him to groan and p...ss out. John had Fled Parisian Templars for months, finally fleeing to Italy, but just when he thought himself Safe, they captured Him, and Burnt Down The Village He Was Staying In.John awoke again, this time he felt around for a Blade, and found a small knife. Hiding it beneath the Covers he waited until someone came before he drew. When a Soft. With a sigh, I get back to the task at hand and deftly work my fingers into the waistband of your pantyhose and slowly draw them down your legs, holding your calves one at a time as I pull the offending convenience off your feet. Real stockings are so much more attractive and conducive to romance, but this is the 21st century after all. Leaving your skirt and panties in place (for now) I turn you back and sit you back down on the couch. The items on my tray are a warm cloth to cleanse your face. Sucking firmly and moving her head up and down my shaft steadily, one hand cupping and softly caressing my smooth-shaved balls, and the other hand rubbing her clit. I want to watch her. I want to watch her giving me a sensual, achingly slow blowjob. I would force myself to keep my eyes open the whole time, even as I am erupting into her sexy mouth because I want to watch her gulp and swallow every last drop of my cum. And I particularly want to watch her as she makes herself come with her. Less than a minute later, I was using my arms to pull my legs up and into the room.I had climbed in sideways from the ladder. To my right was the wall that ran over the branch on this side of the treehouse. The term house was definitely a misnomer. It was really one large room. I looked around and figured the room at about twelve feet by twelve feet. One corner was dominated by the foam pad and sleeping bags we had purchased the day before. A thick comforter of blue fabric sat in a neat folded.