No, I will have your men do that for me."There were ten wounded men who were now on their feet and the arrows had been removed from their wounds. Cedr...c's men were going round collecting all their arrows from the ground and from the bodies of the dead. They had lost fifty per cent of their group in less than a minute, and it was obvious that they had no stomach to try anything else."Firstly I want you to bury or burn your dead. Then I want you to execute your leader. If you fail to do any of. I'd like to see it again. We both win." I can't believe this. I can't believe that you would let another man fuck me."I just shrugged and nothing more was said on the subject.Two weeks went by and then one night I came home from work to find a very different Faye in the kitchen fixing dinner. She had a ton of make up on, was wearing five-inch heels, a very short mini skirt and an extremely low cut blouse. "Jesus Christ Faye, you look like a whore." Well baby, this is the way the Andy likes me. ‘There’s no one on earth I love more than you, Lyle. Please…I need this.’ A wealth of supressed emotions flooded through Lyle. His s****r, his sweet, beautiful, innocent s****r…he had saved her from the predations of perverts and sacrificed his own personal life to do it. But he hadn’t minded. He loved her. He loved her more than anyone. He would rather spend time with her than do anything else, and he couldn’t deny the truth anymore. The weight of it smothered the trembling in his body. Yes,. Your hand slowly lowers to the top of his thigh, sliding a little toward the inner portion. You feel his large muscle twitch as if he hadn’t expected the touch. But he doesn’t do anything that makes you think he wants it removed either. You look across the table at your friend. She’s oblivious, but isn’t she usually? His thighs part allowing your hand to descend; the material of his jeans is warm, inviting. Your fingernails scratch lightly across the denim. You want so to dive straight to his.