My mouth lets out a silent whimper. “Good girl,” he says. I can't take my eyes off of him. No one else is there in the moment with us. He rubs at ...he rope gently, my head falls back as he presses just behind the inside of my belly button. A wave of pleasure, much like the one in the bathroom only 3 weeks ago. “Ohhh, My lovely slut...” he whispers pulling his fingers out of my cunt and sliding them into my mouth. “See how you taste, girl? This is a taste you will never ever ever experience. At times, she always wear loose nighties and lace robes when at home and while serving the food I got a glimpse of the cleavage but never had any bad intentions. She has a wheatish complexion and a bulky figure (no idea about the sizes). Although the frequent touches kept my adrenaline rushing, I was scared to go any further. I had a nap and after an hour as it got darker and everyone had slept in the car I realized that my aunty’s head was resting on my shoulder.I placed my hand on her thighs. .."After my outburst, Liz tries to explain, "Jens look, Samantha feels that Stacy is a good source of news and I agree with her on this. As a reporter she feels she can't reveal her source, which is Stacy. We're going to get daily interviews from Sam about Stacy."I sarcastically state, "Oh yeah, this is exactly what we need - interviews with that bitch!"Maria attempts to get me to look at the whole picture, "Jens come on, even if Stacy tries hard not to give us information, she will reveal. We’ve heard of a dragon in the southlands, but it has never ventured this far north. This is all we have to see you onto the road. Follow the southward caravan route and you should be all right. Safe travels, Dragonslayer.” With that they turned their backs on Steven and returned to the city.Steven stood in the middle of the road thinking. 490,??? ... No. 500,??? ... He went across a river and across a lake and by wagon. How long had he been in Byzatica?Steven George the Dragonslayer was.