Don't admit it to the women, but they make sense."McAllister smiled, then, a thinning of the lips, though he was amused. "Negotiations at the peace ta...le can win as much or more as the battle itself," he answered, "and it's an art."He left the god thinking then, while he entered the courtyard. Finding what he sought, he picked up the horn and sounded the officer's call. The women milling about looked up to see the figure of Carus materialize before McAllister. Today, the process was much. Then, looking around and after ensuring that no one was there, I removed my dhothi, shirt and vest and kept it inside my bag and took my towel and walked into the river with only my white jockey briefs on. Hot sun was blowing across the river and my body started sweating immediately. My white jockey gave a nice shape to my cock and a huge bulge was created in my groin area. Admiring my own body, I slowly kept walking and entered the watery area and slowly went inside the river. The first touch. She’s shaking in my arms and I’m all that’s holding her steady. Here, held so tight, she is able to let go. She is able to not be as strong as she always is. She is able to cry without having to worry. Without having to think. Just to feel. It’s times like this she feels broken. It’s times like this that she feels like her body is dirty. Tarnished. Ruined. It’s times like these that all she can see on her body are his handprints, forever burned into her flesh. It pains me to see her like this.. ’The younger male tensed his muscles and sat upright, relaxing the positions of both his hands to one of scant-interest. ‘Turn around’ A firm command. Nike obeyed; turning and coming to a stop when she faced the wall directly opposite her junior. Instinctively, she brought her feet to shoulder width.‘Thong’ Another firm command. Her eyes already closed, the swift beating of her heart threatening to spill her composure into a desperate pant, Nike fought against her base instincts and suspended.