.wanting much, much, more torture to my breasts......He ties another cable in the middle....making cushions between each cable....squeezing the breast...even tighter....I moan with pleasure, it sounds more like I'm squealing.....I feel the pain and pressure and I love the feeling...like a d**g going directly to my already wet pussy.....He runs his fingers across the slit, checking to see how aroused His bitch is....oh fucking yes, I'm aroused like a bitch in heat.....He grabs my nipples squeezing. Mia answered that the last time there was a fight outside due to people not being able to get inside. The woman asked if they were seeking a place to tell stories, she worked at the largest tavern and might be able to get the owner to talk with the old man.That evening the old man sat and told a story:Long ago the old races fought constantly. Woodfolk, Ground Dwellers, Goblin & Orcish all fighting against each other. Then the humans came, because humans could breed with all the other races half. Her bright blue eyes seemed more clouded over, like an angry storm brewing and he knows it’s his fault.Only an arm’s reach away , wanting to give her space, his own green eyes stare at the ground for a brief moment before looking back up at her. His blonde hair sticking to the back of his neck as the humid air lingers, he can feel the beads of sweat gathering on his forehead. He regrets wearing his biker boots in this heat, wishing he’d worn his sneakers. His feet feel like they're on fire. His. It’s hard to keep up.’ Sarah laughed. ‘Thank you. I’ll try to go slower.’ Wyatt learned from talking to Sarah that her dad had moved her and her mom to Ohio from Nebraska when she was six. And they had just moved farther south in Ohio that week. Wyatt listened attentively, genuinely caring about what she said. At one point, a slower song came on. Sarah asked, ‘Would you like to dance, Wyatt?’ Wyatt nodded, gulped nervously, then followed Sarah to the dance floor. She put her arms around Wyatt’s.