“You don’t want to be trudging around in sticky knickers, do you?” His hand covered his belt buckle and slowly he started pulling it through the...buckle, then shrugged his shoulders and popped the button. “I suppose you are correct.” He said unzipping his pants and slowly pulling them off his ass. I watched him intently as his huge cock popped out of his shorts and he shimmied out of his clothes. I knelt down and helped him pull his Kakis off staring up at the erection above me. I knew he was. Kind of you to say." Was that supposed to be a compliment? Did he think he was being charming? Surely even prostitutes were propositioned with greater flair than this.He beamed at her, seemingly oblivious to her dislike of him. "I am Almaric Danthiir," he told her, his voice full of self-importance. "Baron of Seveleya." A baron. Really?" Her eyebrows rose involuntarily. If he had been born a noble than she was Sharess' handmaiden. She knew from information given to her that his family had been. Why did she follow me, for that is the only explanation why she was out here? I should have put a lock on the door to the small room, but it was too late now. I went into the house and returned with a spade and under the tree I dug a grave and placed her in it. Later I will get a headstone to mark the spot and a stake where I am going to spike the head of the bastard that killed her and any others who were involved. I made this promise as I stood over her grave. Umra was the one good thing that. Sex with any man who looked at me kind. Student, teacher, taxi driver, that police man at the roundabout, the gate guard. Hell, even women were looking pretty good that day. And I’m straight. A least mostly straight. A friend of mine said it best, ‘Honey, I’m bi for the right person.’ oh so true. There was a time or two through my lessons where I caught myself crossing my legs, tilting my hips so that thick seam in my jeans pressed against my clit. The smartballs massaging my pussy. Making my.