She steps out and dries her softly curved body quickly. Paying special attention on her silky smooth pussy. As she enters her room she notices her win...ow is open. The cool air feels so good, but she can't recall ever opening it. The breeze makes her plump pierced nipples harden and her pale tattooed skin tingle. She closes her black eyes, just enjoying the sensual feeling. Suddenly, the breeze is gone, the window clicking closed.She opens her eyes warily, crying out when she sees the stranger. Then at least I know if she doesn't cover me I’ll be happy later on.Once I got comfortable on the table I heard a very faint knock on the door. In the voice of a c***d she almost whispered asking if it was okay to come into the room. That is something I always thought was ridiculous. They’re going to rub my ass and whole naked body but they have to knock before they enter… that is weird, for sure. Well, I didn't say anything and after a few seconds she came in anyway. Looking through the hole. .. perhaps there’s a way.She rose with determination but little hope, stripping off her clothes and digging through her small wardrobe for something inappropriate to her station.It will take my most convincing argument, and I’ll have to abandon propriety. For though he may not love the Lady, he may be unable to resist the Whore.Her teeth chattered as she quietly entered his quarters. Outside, the wind on their high plateau was bitter, and from the dark Dimholt an even more fell air seeped. You're a...you're a guy! How can you be in love with me?''But I am...''The hell you are...you're a fucking queer...outta my way.'Okay maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Now I really couldn't let him leave. I pulled him back, he turned round and whent to punch me, I ducked, face to face with his crotch an idea hit me.'Tristan...' I said sexily, 'Just let me show you what being in love means...'I pulled down his pants, he was commando, there it was, the thing I had awaited for so long. Tristan's.