But Karina was more apt to believe in the gods of Odin and Nordic barbarians which many of the people from Torvaldsland chose to follow over those pre...sed close around her, lifting their hands and prayers in hopes of the blessings from the mountains. Yawning, she glanced around once again, her eyes falling upon a large dark-haired barbarian a few rows back. His blue eyes seemed locked on her, his gaze steady as he seemed to appraise her quickly from where he stood and Karina’s eyes narrowed,. I told her Smita, I know you have seen my cock and felt it by back of your palm don’t worry and I enjoyed that massage. Why don’t you give me now? See here, how it is erect for your massage and started rubbing and pressing her thigh. She nodded her head in No shyly without looking at me. I again tried to manipulate her Smita, I know you liked my cock size and you want to see and touch my fat cock. Forget about everything else. No one will know. Do it and give me a solid massage till I cum in. It must have been a scary thought for a woman who had not taken a cock in her ass for a long time. When I slid a second finger into her ass the apprehension on her face disappeared, morphing into the eyes half closed, open mouth, silent scream, oh-my-god-that-feels-so- good look. “It’s just my fingers this time.” I assured her. I knew it felt good. Sarah was shaking with each thrust of my fingers, and exhaling one constant low moan of pleasure. After pleasuring Sarah’s asshole for several. She was almost too late to act when she saw Hamlet’s blade come flashing through the cloth panel and lodge in the cluster of ropes behind the set. There was a split-second pause as the rope severed completely and the batten fell from above the stage with its weight of unused lights. She dove after Wayne and Judith and nailed them to the wall feeling, even as she did, the scrape of the pipe as it was deflected off her shoulders and bounced down her back. She crumpled to the floor. The last she.