Miguel says, “The Town Marshal, he waits for orders before taking action. Those men belonged to the men who own most of the town and the Marshal. Th...y don’t like people hurting them or their men.” He speaks Spanish, and Mary translates for me. (I won’t mention such trivia in future unless I think it important to the situation.)When we’re finishing I hear movement outside and a short warning bark from the wagon. Standing up I motion Steve and the ladies to a safer place in the cantina. I draw my. ‘Becky. Told me about your going to dancing lessons, and that your worried that I would be iffy about her going with you. No, mate. No trouble. Get her out a bit more. It’ll be good for her.’ I did get the idea that it could be good for him as well. We discussed what evenings would be best. Tom had gone back to his workshop by then, and it did strike me oddly that Becky didn’t want to go to the classes nearest to her. They were only three miles away and I thought would be convenient, but Becky. With a long-suffering sigh – and several colourful Orlesian curses – Leliana took the proffered envelope and climbed wearily back into her saddle. It was going to be a bit of a harrowing ride, with darkness already falling and the rain still sheeting down, but the Commie had even tried to suck up to the bard, praising her dedication and ability to ride at night, so it was clearly important.It took much longer than normal to reach the main encampment, as Leliana had had to pick her way through. The hand job began to flow smoother as the pre-cum dripped between her hand and my penis, he hand sliding perfectly up and down me. I could have cum right that second, but I forced myself not to, excited about where this was leading.She stopped kissing me and I felt my trousers fall to my knees. No way! Was this going where I thought it was. The feeling of her tongue stroking my helmet confirmed what I had hoped. “Oh my god.” The words came out of me before I could stop them.“Is that nice?” I.