He quickly put the box containing dinner on his table and returned my kiss with interest.I asked if he could think of any reason why we had to remain ...ressed for dinner. He responded by removing this clothing. This wasn’t a race but having less to remove I won by a few seconds.He got plates and serving pieces along with forks and chopsticks. Dinner consisted of sukiyaki and rice with miso soup and seaweed salad. Plus two beautiful mochi cakes for dessert.Dinner had to set him back more than the. "How you doing baby?" I asked."Good" she responded. "Keep fucking me"."How does it feel honey?" I inquired."It hurts a little, but keep on fucking". She said.Tom looked up at me, with a tentative look, almost as if he thought to stop upon hearing that it was hurting her, but he wasn't familiar with her fascination for pain like I was. I looked back at him, and said "keep on fucking from the bottom b*o, but only halfway like we're doing". His dick didn't miss a beat.Her pussy was getting. The effect was cool; she managed to feel like a prisoner, held against her wish for an indefinite time, unable to get free from her captors, and probably on her way to some sort of medieval torture? She had to stop her fantasy, as the reasonable part of her brain tried to regain control. She wondered again where this kind of thoughts could come from (she always wondered that after her kinky Saturday evenings alone at home), or why was she enjoying this kind of fantasy. But she decided it was. Initially it appeared as if nothing were amiss with the country at all. Despite the heat and humidity we were often waved at by villagers as they went about their work. Most of the Mages had chosen to wear some sort of military fatigues and many were adapting them down to the colouration of the surrounding countryside. All in all for a totally non-military group, we looked at least to an outsider as if we were part of a military force. Morgana, who nominally was in charge as she was a full.