To kill the bards.No sound reached me as my sword scythed through the air. The bards died, hacked down by my brutal strikes. From all directions, the ...encers came. They stabbed and swung their blades, They struck my solid, iron puppet. Their attacks rebounded leaving only small nicks and mars. A sword snapped against my proxy.I swept the proxy’s blade before it, killing more as I controlled the puppet towards the bards. If I could smile, I would. I was untouchable. Their musical magic couldn’t. They were about to reach the destination soon. Pritam looked at a passing sign of the motel and realised how close they were. He took a deep breath and looked at his wife. She too had a moist eye and then both of them kissed each other. Arpita felt the warmth of his emotions and lingered on to him for longer than they usually do.The taxi took another ninety degree turn and entered the premises of the motel. Pritam asked the taxi driver to wait as they climbed out and headed for the reception.. Hers pelvic bones were nicely padded, visible on either side of her upper hips. Her belly was graced with a tiny “innie”, a hint of six-pack, and covered by soft, creamy skin, blue veins faintly visible beneath. Her broad rib cage showed a hint of bone. Above, her small breasts, perfectly round and firm with no visible sag stood out proudly, begging to be sucked. Puffy, pale pink aureolae were tipped with virginal nipples about half the size of a pencil eraser.Muscular but slim legs, perfectly. Now? I was sitting in the kitchen for a while. Waiting. Was this a good idea? I wasn't sure. I nervously sipped on my drink and pulled my short skirt down, I didn't want it showing my stocking tops.I heard cheery laughter as Gemma chatted with Bob, and as he shared a joke about his dinner-with-a-client with his wife Carol. I had heard them go through and start talking quietly in the lounge, I couldn't make out what they were saying. Then the door to the kitchen opened and Gemma came in and.