I tried purging my mind, my latest thoughts, my daydreams, and my soul. I replayed that night over and over again in my head. Why would I leave with a...total stranger, was I crazy? Then the breakdown occurred, what if he was a killer, a rapist, then what? But the things he did to my body.I thought Winston would have forgotten me by now. I was almost too embarrassed to call him. Suppose I had to explain who and where he knew me from, how embarrassing would that be? I found myself pacing my. My breathing slows down...and the edge between the worlds becomes blurred...after an interminable amount of time the pictures inmy mind sharpen,,,my mind focusesand i become aware that i am walkingslowly in a forest,,unlike any inmy native land,,,i see a woman sitting in the distanceand as i approach i realise that it is thewoman i have been corresponding with...you,we sit facing each other,staring deeply into each others eyes,,,not a word is spoken,but each seems aware of the others. A grisly old man who was just called 'The Captain' by his men.Snow had stayed in the courtyard to watch the men do their morning exercises with interest. They observed him with just as much interest. They all practised two different styles, one was a form where they used a two handed spear to stab, jab and whack their partners the other involved swords and shields. Something which captivated Snows attention. He had always practised mainly with hand to hand combat with his mother and was. He pressed his crotch against my ass. I felt him get hard as I squirmed against him. His hand at the front of my jeans slipped past my panties. I gasped as he brushed my clit. He felt my eager wetness. He let a feral growl rumble through his chest. His cock was rock hard through his slacks. I ground my ass harder against him.“Please,” I begged, “I need you right now!”He picked me up in his arms and carried me to the bed. He yanked my jeans off in one motion. I looked back over my shoulder as he.