That night, I emailed to him: “Great news, darling! That horrid visitor finally left this afternoon, and my body is very ready to enjoy you again! T...morrow morning, show me that mall stairway you found? Please? I hunger to touch you in your special place again! Love from your starving Kat….purrrrrr!” Tuesday morning, Sept. 30, we took the downtown bus an hour earlier than normal, so we would have extra time to enjoy each other. The stairway he had found was a fire stairway between the. But, it would occasionally glide within inches of my penis. It was like a cruel erotic torture. Her body, so insanely perfect. Right in front of me, and yet seemingly off-limits now.She waited for me to speak."He...is coming back today to see you again, isn't he?" I asked.Stacy nodded yes."It's...gonna happen again, isn't it ?" I had to ask.Stacy paused, and then sheepishly, she nodded yes again.We both knew why. Her hand drifted casually towards my penis. I didn't want her to touch me. Even a simple target arrow could make a hole in a person. Thirty men were there, armed. Plus his own little band of soldiers; that made fifty. Forty others had volunteered to patrol the walls, but not to fight. This was better than Ling had hoped.“Sergeant, I’m putting you in charge of the walls. When they are in range, get them to shoot sheafs of arrows; probably better than asking a woman to try and kill an individually targeted man.”With that, the small band of soldiers and the ‘ancillary’. "I want you. Want your wet pussy. You going to give me your tight little pussy?" She opened her legs and my hand slipped between, holding her pussy lips with two fingers, while a third slid inside. She was already very wet. I dragged my finger slowly out again and parted her pussy, this time clasping two fingers around her clit. Anna moaned quietly as I begin to gently stroke around her clit, using the wetness from inside her to make her slick.It was black outside, and inside, the only light.