A year later, I ran when it became to much to bear. Then I fought to prove my worth to the bandits, not with daggers, but by taking the worse jobs and...spreading my legs for their leader. Ciarra changed everything. She’s the ultimate example of a fight I can’t win. The oathbinding stops me from running away, deceiving her, or betraying her. Now it gives me what I needed most. Hope. When I swore the oathbinding, it granted understanding of how Ciarra interpreted my oath. I had hope because I felt. Nearby their lair was a pink palace where lived a beautiful baby Princess.”The girls giggled, only one sentence in and they already had a witch, a sorcerer, dragons and a princess. This was good stuff for a bedtime story.Nan continued, “But then the King went away —”“To war?” Art suggested, waving an imaginary sword with one hand.“Probably, but it doesn’t matter why he left,” Nan continued, “leaving the Queen and Princess alone at home.”“Did they miss him?” Fanny, the middle girl asked.“The. “You are back from your trip. We are so grateful.” A little girl ran to me. This was getting weird. I returned her hug. There were two others standing there – a boy about 10, a girl 19 or 20. “My sister’s c***dren are staying with us from Vietnam, remember?” She introduced me to them. “We were about to finish cakes and banh xeo for your return home,” Nguyet said, and she took my hand and lead me inside the house – my house – and into the kitchen. And we were domestic. There was no way. Bree’s hands moved to between Anna’s thighs and began to rub her clit. Anna’s legs spread further open and Bree could feel how wet she was becoming. Anna unclasped Bree’s bra and her firm breasts popped out to expose themselves. Anna leaned down and began to suck on these beautiful, hard nipples in front of her. Bree moaned. Her fingers were still rubbing Anna’s clit as she unbuttoned her pants with her free hand. Bree then thrust her fingers inside Anna to feel her soaking wet pussy. Her clit.