I didn't say anything to him, hung my towel on the hook, and turned the water on, and when it got to temperature, I began soaping up. As I soaped up, ... turned my back to the shower head and was facing the other guy, who was turned toward me, looking up, lathering his hair. I saw his penis. Well, not a penis, but a COCK. Well, not just a cock, but a big one.Now, I stand well over 6 feet tall, this other guy was maybe 5'10", average body type, short hair, and clean shaven.I turned away fast, so. I hooked my pack to the back of the yoke and wove a basket to sheath my blunderbuss. The next day I jogged on as if I were in running shoes and shorts. All I felt was the weight of my glaive. The miles flew by.I smelled the characteristic miasma of a village up ahead--the fug of mixed smoke and shit along with the sour smell of unwashed bodies. I strode down the ‘street’ with a wrinkled nose. The smell was damned foul. The place needed a good torrential rain to clear the air. That was a bit. "Whatever I want, I will take," replied the Emir, "What could you possibly offer me?" Money that I have hidden away in Switzerland. Information about your rivals in Kobekistan. Help to suppress your own rebels. This country?" begged the Khan."I have no need of the money, and no desire for your Khanate. There are no rebels in Kobekistan except my eldest son, the Crown Prince, and I have him well under control," replied the Emir, "I will explain exactly what will happen to you. You will be. I knew nothing of this development however. I was in the bathroom proceeding to look at the book as I slowly pumped my boner that morning. I had the door pushed almost shut but left a crack so I could hear my mom coming down the hall. I knew her footsteps but my room was in the back of the house and she didn’t often head that way. I didn’t know Greta’s footsteps however. She had been sent to collect the towels for her mom. I was furiously pumping now at a photo of a girl sucking a guy’s dick.