She lowers her feet to the bed and squeezes her knees together. Hugs her arms around herself and turns over to her side facing away from me. The tai... still in place. I step away again, aching to cum. But I stop. This time I will wait. I will have edged myself and will have blue balls…the ache…the pain…the reminder. I shower then lay in bed. The cool sheets on my skin help dissipate the heat emanating from my body. Even the cool shower could not dissolve the inner burning that I feel. I have him against the wall. My kisses are at his chest and I playfully flicker my tongue against his nipples. I continue my way down, planting soft kisses. I reach his belly button and he is frozen. He does not know what my next action will be. I take his cock in my fingers and play with his delicate parts. He groans and begs me to stop torturing him. I ask him if he likes it and I receive another groan. I slowly lick from the bottom to the top of his shaft before putting the head of his. He was not used to drinking strong wines, and he was not used to keeping the company of strangers late at night, but this was a special night, a night to celebrate, because after all, tonight he was in Baghdad, the shining jewel of all cities. Weeks ago, on his birthday, he decided that it was time to make his own way in the world, so he hid among the cargo of a slave ship bound for Tartus and there he escaped and joined a caravan traveling to Baghdad, City of Wonders. He’d arrived only hours. Now it was my turn to squirm. At first, she played with me by not wanting me to touch her head. This allowed her freedom of movement, and damn that woman made the most of it. Lips on the side, working up and down but by far the best was Ashlynn holding the mushroom head in her mouth, swirling her tongue over it while pumping with her hand. THAT got me going.Ashlynn Luker could tell he was getting close, and unlike other men she’d been with, she wanted his cum in her. Ashlynn also knew Johnathan.