"The merchant, Peter. She did try to steal his purse; his dagger too for that matter. What dost thou expect a merchant to do?" A man, merchant or no, ...ould have dealt with the matter differently. If a whore tried to take my purse and pulled a dagger on me, she would learn that men have more weapons than they carry in their sheaths. I would have taken the dagger back, and made her very sorry. I would not have called someone else to deal with her for me. Him? He got cut, and he called down the. I if I did this, there'd be no turning back. I'd be helpless.A little voice in the back of my mind whispered that I should go back inside. That this was a mistake I'd regret for the rest of my life. Part of me wanted to believe it. After all, it was more than just excitement that was making my body react how it was. I was terrified. More nervous than I ever had been in my entire life.And it was amazing.Reaching down, I slipped of the zip ties around both of my ankles, the plastic biting hard. She dried off her legs, then her hair, then her belly. When she dried her back and ass, her boobs wiggled back and forth along with her fat. My dick was rock hard. I took my eye away from the keyhole for a second, and when I looked back I saw her close to the door and the door suddenly opened, and there she was. My naked grandmother looking down at me on the floor masturbating to the sight of her stepping out of the shower. I immediately jumped up and ran through her room to mine. I buried my. Just be careful, or you might hurt yourself.” Kelly was touched by Alex's concern for the child. Some men might have snapped at the kid, but Alex didn't seem the least upset at him. It was just one more thing she found appealing about him. Alex helped the lad to his feet and smiled warmly as the boy dusted himself off. “Sorry about that lady,” he said and smiled at her bashfully. With a quick wave of his hand, he ran off, back into the crowd, having learned nothing from the experience. .