.sometimes I wish I was a woman," I said."You sometimes wish you were a woman?" Zyla said confused."Yes. Sometimes, while I'm getting my ass fucked by...JessiKa, Serana and now you, I pretend that I am a woman. Not just any woman though. Okay, so when I get my sss fucked by women with strapons or...well now, transwoman, I pretend that I am the worlds most beautiful and sexiest woman with long black hair with a large set of boobs with the perfect sized set of tits, and the world's most sexiest. "Certainly." Then as Diana sat, "Uh, what ... can I do for you?"Diana reached over and put her hand on top of Hope's for a second. "First of all, you can relax. It's me that's a little uptight, and I'm obviously projecting it."That comment did little to calm the teenager's nerves."Crap," Diana mumbled barely audibly, as she absently opened her drink and put it on the table. Standing, she pushed the comfortable chair closer to Hope's, sat, then leaned forward to take the girl's hand in hers for. He pulled and stroked her toes, and her hair lifted on her head as his touch shivered through her body, cell by cell. Working up the heel and ankle, he then moved up her calf, building the delicious mental and physical anticipation in her, waiting for the spot that was waiting for his touch, all the while he was taking his time. Then at last, he massaged her thigh and moved up to her buttocks, all unconsciously, as if he were hardly aware that his hands were so close to her vulnerable sex, or. The injured were mostly those with broken bones. As I was setting a broken leg I felt them approach. I knew one of the men approaching was Gentle but the other was a stranger.When he cleared his throat I glanced at him. He was well dressed and from the way he stood and wore his sword I knew he was probably someone of importance. I went back to setting the leg, “what can I do for you?”The man again cleared his throat again and when I did not even look up he spoke, “my name is Legate Abrams.”When.