I'm so hard my veins feel like they'll cut my hand. Already the tip is dripping wet enough that I run my palm over it and slide it down my length enou...h to lubricate it completely. It feels good, I could cum now but I need to take it slow, stay sharp, and keep my eyes open. I don't want to get caught or miss an opportunity to find another of my people. Still nothing, I'll have to amp it up. I wrap my fist around the base and run it up to the swollen head forcing more of the slippery fluid from. It was the Captain of the Guards. He explained to River that she was to be the Prince’s birthday gift before he left her alone again. River spent hours dreading the moment the celebration dinner started and more so when it would end. Now she listened as the Prince listed off many rules that she had to follow, rules that took her freedoms and choices away. “Nod if you understand.” River nodded her head quickly and saw his smile. The Prince was a handsome man, tall and muscular but he had a harsh. “And that’s where icons come in. They are there to tell us a story, which is why we say that are ‘written’ not ‘painted’. And those stories are important lessons on faith. In a sense, they are no different from stories in the Bible meant to teach important lessons of faith, such as Jesus’ parables. An icon is a symbol, and like all true symbols, manifests the reality behind it. Kissing an icon is the same as kissing the person represented by the icon.”“That’s worship!”“I have a challenge for. I was still donning my boner under the quilt. I changed my position and lay on my back now while pretending to be doing all of it in my sleep. I opened my eyelids a little.My boner was completely visible now, hard and open. It was like a steep mountain of quilt fabric over my crotch area. I saw her look towards me for a long time but I could hardly see her face because of the lack of light. I was trying my best not to go even a little soft while she sat there, but it wasn’t exactly easy. You.