It can be likened to sex and love, but it is far deeper still. That intimacy and the enveloping relationship that hangs like a spider thread between t...e victim and the emotive dealer of pain is heightened when that dealer in intimate agony is a woman.Better yet that she is a young girl, never loved by a man and never taken any way down the road of sexual knowledge. Pleasure through love and trust, pain with art. That she discovers heightened senses and gratification from pain is the aim of her. Julie pulled my towel which fell to the floor and asI stood there naked before her I was further embarrassed to have a majorerection."We can't have this spoiling the cut of your panties," she said. Shewent over to her lingerie drawer and took out a pair of her satinpanties, came over to me and draped them over my penis and then put herhands over the panties and started to masturbate me. "I know you likedoing this with my panties when I leave them in the dirty laundryhamper."I would have. While she did so Ian felt her hair and then her cheek touch the tip of his cock. She got up again and gave him a broad smile. She put out a hand for his cock. ‘May I?’ she asked. Ian could not answer. He nodded while the words stuck in his throat for sheer happiness. He stroked her hair and kissed her while she ran her hand along his cock, fondling the tip, rubbing the stem and eventually cupping his balls in her hand. ‘I want you in me,’ she said. Ian lowered his arms. He cupped her buttocks. “The man that left the prints was here only yesterday.”She nodded. “I agree. Saern has yet to return from checking the city, but I bet this has something to do with the necromancer people talk about in the mountains.”“Likely our next step,” he agreed. “We should begin packing our camp up, and then prepare for a long walk Dai.”Dai, the girl, snorted as she moved out of the Temple. “Not so long Dorn. It’s barely two days to those mountains.”Meanwhile, in the city, Saern had found the rest of the.