Any words I may have spoken to this point about the speed of the mighty Asfaloth and the manner of his tireless endurance have been wholly inadequate....He is faster than the wind, he is faster than the swiftest of birds, he is faster than haste itself. In fact, I would say that Asfaloth shows the true meaning of haste, for one cannot true comprehend it until he has seen Asfaloth moving at a full gallop.With Anarion in the saddle and myself perched behind him like a useless sack of baggage, we. I brought his left wrist and left ankle together. … I’d set him up for a tie that’d leave him open and vulnerable. And He superbly responded to that by bending his knees and pulling them close to his chest. I tied him up then… his knees spread wide… And his wrists to his ankles respectively, passing his hands from outside to give me wider access. All the while his breathing was getting calm and his gaze was intently fixed on me. He was lost in thoughts and also looking at me, trying to see if. Her lips were warm and soft and pressed steadily against his. He could feel her breasts and even her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress and they seemed to leave burning imprints on his bare chest. The tip of a moist, pointed tongue suddenly touched his lips and, without any conscious thought, his own lips parted and his tongue met hers. She molded her body against his and he could feel she wore nothing beneath the light gown. His manhood began to respond, hardening and quickly. Deciding five minutes of silence must have passed Debra finally spoke up. "Hello?" shesaid the fear echoing in her voice. "Yes Mrs. Barone what can I do for you?" the soft voice respondedto her. "I... I don't. well I just wondered what was happening?" she said "What do you think is happening?" the voice asked "Um well I don't know." She paused "I guess I just don't understandwhy I'm here." She asked sounding confused and worried "Well you drove yourself here Mrs. Barone I would hope you know.