Something about it though, it turned her on a little bit more. Her body was definitely changing. How could pain like that possibly arouse her even mor...? Her brain was on spin cycle: mind-blowing sensation, abrupt pain, recovery, repeat. Each time, the intensity was higher. The pain was not cutting through the mounting lust completely anymore. Sitting down is not going to be pleasant for a good while. ‘Mmmmhhh!’ Already, shit. How they could tell right when to hit her was a mystery, but they. He did stare pretty hard at my little feet. But with 2 toe rings on, it sometimes draws a bit of attention.He came back shortly with a big drink. He smelled a little smoky and it made me crave a cigarette really bad. I hadn't smoked in years but after what happened last evening, I wanted to start smoking again. When he entered the row, he tripped on my purse and I apologized to him. " No problem. I am glad I didn't trip over one of your pretty feet. " he whispered to me. I giggled and smiled at. She continued milking his cock with her pussy and it didn't take long for him to explode into her, surprising her that he could come again and again over the past two days.After Brian had spent himself, Christine said, "It's my turn now!" What?" Brian asked as Christine pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him."Yes, my turn! Good night lover," she said as she gave him a quick kiss and d****d her head over his shoulder next to his, and closed her eyes.Exhaustion had its rewards as she. Defusing a possibly lethal situation, the door to the tavern suddenly opened. A dark skinned man of Semitic descent, well-dressed in a fine, black silken tunic with gold embroidery and a floor length skirt, entered the building. This bar was a frequent for off-duty legionaries and a local entering was odd enough. That such a fine-dressed local would enter such a place was unheard of. Three sets of eyes turned to the door as the official-looking man made his way into the tavern.The bar hung.