"You have given me such pleasure," she whispered, her breath hot on my straining prick. "Now you lay back and don't move, and let me give you a specia... treat."Special treat? What the hell did she think the madness of the night before had been?My cock's throbbing redoubled, and so did her cocksucking. From time to time she paused to pour more of the wine on my dick and then resumed her eager sucking.Then she stopped and sat back on her heels and said, "I remember you told me how you liked to see. He was still, calm, in a way she wasn’t used to, but she knew she’d have him hurting and writhing soon enough.?Are you ready to hurt for me, baby?? She whispered, soft as the wind upon the walls of the tent.And then, beyond all expectations, to her complete surprise, he’d relaxed, and seemed at peace. He whispered back, spreading his legs and body further apart as much as the bonds allowed. ?Yes. I’m ready to hurt for you. Please, hurt me.?She drew back, confused and taken aback. No one. " Hey, that's what I'm here for. Your personal Sir Lancelot at your service, milady. Always happy to be here for you. But you know that. We've been friends for," he paused for a moment then continued, "two years, eight months, and about three weeks." What the hell? You actually know how long we've known each other down to the week?" No, I know it to the day, actually. We met on the 31st of August, 2009. You are one of my few real friends, after all," he said with a warm smile."That's nice to. "For more than two years," said Glade, careful not to use the honorary titles that had once been mandatory. "And you? How long have you lived with the Ocean People?" For about the same length of time," said Demure who appeared to still be puzzling as to who Glade might be. "The village where I lived is towards the North." Do you know what happened to Quagga?" Quagga? Why should I be interested in the fate of a wild horse?" You ran away with Quagga on the night of the rebellion," said Glade..