...she was heavier than the pics she sent. She was missing a couple teeth and she smelled. Funny thing is.... I didn't care. I lied to her "saying she...looked better in person". Then we started kissing. I wasted no time taking her black tank top off and pulling down her jean skirt and panties. She helped me out of my shorts. I jammed a couple fingers up into her. She jumped a little and made a tiny yelp. Becca seemed to be into it. She was rubbing my cock in her hands. I moved her over to my. I have seen the way they treat the servants and it appalls me. To be blunt, free women have only a few more rights than those who wear the collar. Unless a woman allies herself with one of the powerful families – either as a mistress or through employment – she is fair pickings for any of the marauders who visit our ports. The city guard kept watch over those of us with power but those without influence were left to their own ends. Then there was that awful atrocity on the hill. They called it. Each time he thrust into her, Silk let out a soft whimper. The steady motion of his cock against her began to have its effect. She felt her orgasm building deep inside her. He continued to thrust into her each thrust more frenzied and powerful than the one before it. She looked at his face, she could tell he was also near his orgasm. He thrust over and over then as if a massive tidal wave sweeps an island clean, his orgasm exploded. He pushed himself as deep as he could go and his cum exploded. A smoke figure appeared next to him,, some similarities to the Greek Messager god, Hermes. Thin, with soft, if not boyish features, but an above average sized phallic erect, pushing his clothing off. The figure disrobed, revealing that the wings on the smoke figures ankels where attached not to the Greek style shoes, but to his legs. In a swift motion the man lept his body now floating in air next to the woman, with a gentle motion he took her leg in one hand pulling her tward him, Unfurling.