"I've seen you watching me you know, I've noticed you flirting with me" she whispers in my ear. "I'm sorry" I whimper. "It's ok, I found it rather a t...rn on showing off my body to you, knowing you are watching me in my tight dresses" she says while leaning back out away from me and slowly moves down to her knees.I cant believe this is happening, I cannot believe this is actually happening. I'm getting harder and harder the closer she gets, getting a little more nervous too. She's now on her. Evidently, he hadn't died in the cannery explosion. He'd lived and someone had brought him to the hospital.Either that, or the afterlife was one really messed up place.He wanted to get up but the handcuff holding his arm to the bed rail stopped him. He shook it a bit to see how tight it was; it wasn't going to be easy to remove. He searched for a moment for any kind of small metal he could use for a lock pick but there was nothing. Letting himself sag back against the bed, he tried not to get. At the end of a week, one section of wall fell just as Albert had predicted. The enemy attempted to block the breach with wagons and other items. The small trebuchets firing stones and the ballistae kept the men from achieving their task until it became obvious that they were using slave labor. Several of the slaves saw a chance at freedom and ran across the battlefield. Four of the nine who ran made it to safety.It took a day to take down the trebuchets and another day to set them up again so. Drawing his mouth away from Melanie's his eyes glittering with lascivious excitement, Randy scrambled around on the bed until he was facing the soft mound Melanie's sweet cunt made in the silky panties she wore. His bulging boxer shorts were in line with Melanie's face.Bending forward, Randy pressed his lips against the panties, sniffing the sweet, rich perfume of her girlish body. He felt the softness of her tender cunt through the thin material, and hooked his fingers in the elastic, slowly.