On your thigh, or you back, rubbing your arm, gently holding your hand. I just need to touch you, to feel you there. She tells that she’s staying at...the hotel that night and a little about herself. We continue for hours, until we’re surprised when the bartender announces last call. As I finish my drink, I ask the two of you, “Are we sure we want this night to end already?” It’s not anywhere near as subtle as I wanted it to be. You give me that sexy smile that drives me so crazy, the shy smile. She was almost whimpering "Ooooh, yeah, yeah," as Ted humped into her. He was a better fucker than an actor. That figures, I suppose. Couldn't be worse. I led them through it again, and they were terrific, it looked for all the world like they had orgasms together, and when he buried his head in her neck, she went wild, which was part imagination, and part a really good nut. "Keep your head there, sucking, let her cum and cum." I whispered, and it looked great to me. I looked at Ashley, and she. Whores don’t fall in love, do they?” she asked, her question punctuated with a sigh.Ashley grimaced. “We weren’t whores, well not exactly – not street whores at least. What we did was in high-end hotels, but we did fuck men for money – rich men,” Ashley returned with a sick sounding chuckle. “We always insisted on condoms, and neither of us ever let a single one of those men ejaculate in us. We took their money and bettered ourselves. We have the degrees we worked so hard to get. Now that’s all. The banner unit with them didn’t even have a helmet; the dozen retired veterans were former royal guards from the constabulary. All of them knew how to use a sword but they were all policemen. I didn’t expect any real fighting from the older men, other than to protect our flag and the female healers we had. They were most useful to me for the encouragement and mental steel they gave the impressionable pikemen.Fortunately, we had crossbows and muskets to protect our most inexperienced fighters..