She was still in the bathroom. Walking in I stopped and gazed at her.She was standing at the vanity, brushing her wet hair, nude and damp from the sh...wer. Her heart-shaped ass and curvy hips drew my attention away from the sight of her jiggling breasts in the mirror. Between her slightly spread legs, I could just see her pout, glistening invitingly, and my lust responded.I approached her, put my hands on her hips, and kissed her shoulder. Then I put my hand on her upper back and pushed her. Balance. Clearly showing that I wasn’t sure where to put the robe, he held his hand out and I carefully placed the silk into his hand. “That’s better, Puppy.” Another run of juices came from my betraying pussy. How in the hell was that name turning me on? It was so vile. “I can smell you. You want this. Bend over, facing the front of the vehicle.” His voice calm, yet demanding. I did as I was told. To add more, “shoulders down, ass up.” I was so turned on now. Just teasingly exposed. In a rush with her body, Kyra grasped her brother's sword hilt, burying hers in the ground she lithely jumped onto the pommel and with a balance a dancer would be envious of, kicked her opponent straight across the rink. He went flying out of it, successfully ending the match. Staring at her brother's sword in her hand, she threw it to him, and watched it sail and land right next to his hand. Pulling her sword out of the ground, she began to walk away.A howl of agony erupted from far too near. “I’m back. Isn’t that enough?”“Sorry,” I mumbled in apology. “I was worried, that’s all.”“It’s okay,” she replied dozily, “I’m sorry too… I just need to sleep!”Reluctantly, I left her in silence and finished dressing for the day’s important meetings.If things went well today, especially if Pamuk was in a good mood after his long night with Mandy, we might even close the deal that morning. I tried to keep my eyes on the prospect of a bright future for us all, and not even to think of the night.