I’ve been waiting for this moment as long as I can think. Ever since two years ago at the beach house when I noticed you spying on my while I was ch...nging, yes I saw,” she added as a look of surprise crept across my face. “Ever since then I have spent every moment I could teasing you. Trying to get you to make the first move. But you never grew the balls to do it so now its my turn and we are going to do this my way now.” She now was squared to me and lunged into me forcing our bodies and lips. "I..." she struggled to answer, not sure what to make of those visions."When Partheon died, how did you feel, Asiara?" How did you know that he died?" Did you not notice how far the sun has gone down? While you were entranced, I asked you many questions, and learned a great many things. So, tell me, how did you feel when he died?" I was sorry that he died. He didn't deserve to go in that way, and I wish I hadn't been the one to strike him down." Asiara felt a strange feeling of foreboding. Starting at the top of your head, your hair, you have such beautiful long curly dark hair that flows just past your shoulders. You back looks very smooth, and a slight inward curve at the bottom of it. Now I am looking at your hips. My god, you have such curvy hips and it’s all I can do not to reach out and grab onto them. My gaze now makes its way to your ass. Such a cute butt you have. Milky white skin, looks so soft, my hand is tempted to grab it or give it a quick spank. But, I am not done. But you're not.You were an unloved villager in an unknown town living an insignificant life. You were born the bastard son of a tavern wench who was knocked up by a passing stranger one night. The moment she could, your mother abandoned you to live a life of torment at the tavern keeper's hands. Living off scraps and serving as a source of relief by taking beatings, you've only gotten by on endurance and cunning to avoid more beat downs. This was your existence...... WAS being the.