Now I want your soul, too." With that she sat down on the floor next to him and began lightly running her fingers up and down the crack of his ass. He...began squirming and wriggling his hips and moaning"Oh... YES... I L-O-V-E you!" His voice was shaking and his whole body twisting but she gave him no relief. His penis was rock hard and laying flat against his belly. She began lightly stroking it and then bent and touched the tip of her tongue to the sensitive glans just under the head. This. It was obvious to anyone with eyes that the boy did not belong amongst the group of commoner soldiers simply by his footwear, fine leather half boots that no sensible commoner would waste on feet that would not wear them much longer than six months. “I am waiting!”Sharn ignored the roaring voice, having learned over the last year that soldiers did a lot of yelling and that none of it was aimed at him unless he did something wrong. Which he never did. His tongue sticking out between his teeth. He was happy to see that some of the pieces were pretty large, a good size for making a lean-to or even a tent. That would give them shade during the morning when they couldn't shelter under the shadow of the cliff.Lance tore open the plastic cover on the survival kit and withdrew the contents. The whole bundle was wrapped in a thick, wool blanket that would have to serve as a bed, and many of the other contents were equally as useful. The biggest by far was a machete that Lance had picked up. " I'm Ally Montgomery, the girls' solicitor. What can we do for you?" Ally asked, the weariness gone from her voice."Not a great deal. I just wanted to ask the ladies where they were yesterday evening." That's it?" That and whether Mr Bowers was with them." Very well. Could you give me a moment to talk with them?" My colleague and I shall wait outside," he assured them and stepped to the door where Yvonne let them out."Well?" Ally asked, after a moment."We were all here," Shawna said. "Marcus.