I didn’t understand myself why I got so turned on by wearing pretty lingerie and girls’ clothes in general. It was just something I did. I had a q...ick wash and walked back into the bedroom. Beatrice was waiting for me. She pointed at a white cotton nightdress that she’d laid out on my side of the bed. “You’d better put that on,” she said, as a matter of fact. I looked at her, trying to gauge her reaction. She didn’t seem angry, but she wasn’t smiling either. She looked calm, yet determined. I. Salim made phone call to his current wife.“Baka,” the bride said in Gujarati meaning ‘dear’.“Maro popat,” the businessman replied calling her ‘my parrot’. “What are you doing?”“I’ve just finished a swim. I was about to shower and wait for you.”“Excellent! I’m on my way home.”“See you in a bit!”The 31 year-old summoned the housekeeper to have mangoes and champagne prepared in the master suite. She rinsed off under the private outdoor shower stall before swaddling herself in a luxuriously plush. The erection was almost hurting Ryu by this point.Any fear is gone, though, and she simply nods, and the man approaches her, laying besides her, as he proceeds to wrap his legs around her neck."Shh...you will be reunited, soon.", he says, gradually squeezing, until a groan from the female, whose face was in Ryu’s crotch, drives him to twist, eliciting a gasp as the snap on her neck nearly drives him to ejaculation. He couldn’t truly force himself upon a civilian, not yet, at least.Events would. Glancing to Ragnor, Bruni saw the shake of his head, and shoved the flaming torch amongst the protesting man’s robes. Instead of screams of terror from the village as he had expected, he was met with resolved silence as they watched their Laird burn, his screams filling the dark night sky. They knew this was justice. He knew they were innocent of the bastard’s crimes, he had no intention of hurting them. His men had dealt with the Laird’s guards, dispatching them before the Laird had drawn his.