...." "Uh, Phyllis, Phyllis Hawkins," she replied, still a little taken aback at his stunningly incredible good looks!!!"Would you care for a drink,"...he asked while nodding towards the bar!?! "Sure, that would be nice," she replied, "I'll have white wine!!!" Seconds later he returned with there drinks, and as if he knew exactly what was on her mind, he led her by the arm to an adjoining room that was much less busy, and a lot quieter!!!They found a couple of chairs at the far end of the room. Any similarity between the characters in this story and any actualpersons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This story iscopyright 2014 by Ayn Ryan.Permission is hereby given to share this story on the World Wide Web,provided that (a) no charge of any kind, including, but not limited to,subscription fees, is made in connection with access to the story, (b)the story is reprinted in its entirety, including this notice, and (c)proper credit is given to the author at the time of posting. . I treasured and teased her clit, while fingering her hole, gently at first and then more firmly. She was soaking wet by this point, moaning with delight as I played with her pussy, caressing her clit with my tongue and penetrating her hard with two fingers.Pulling my head back I put a hand on each of her ankles and lifted her legs, spreading them wide so that her gash lay there open, wet, juicy and red, waiting for me to penetrate her. My cock was standing perpendicular to my body, and it moved. “Safer, maybe,” Teran replied softly, pulling Yren away a few feet. “But I’m needed here. When the attack comes, I’ll need to be where I and my bow can be of the most use – which is here.”“You’ll be in danger...,” Yren started but Teran interrupted him.“We’ll all be in danger,” Teran said sternly, arching one eyebrow. “And we all have our jobs.”“I can’t protect you here,” Yren explained.“I don’t need your protection, Yren,” Teran replied firmly, her face set. “Nor do I need your permission.”“I.