Keep circling with your fingertip and gently wank your shaft. Think of my hot breath coating your shaft as your pre-cum oozes out.Ah, that pre-cum... ...how me. Let it stretch between your tiny hole and your fingertip. Show me a thick silver strand of sticky ooze, and I'll smear it over my lips like gloss. Yes, my lips. Think of my deep pink, velvet lips between my strong thighs, and wank hard, base to tip, as you taste your own lube on your finger and tell me what you taste of. Wank harder and. That made a lot of sense to me because the brotherhood was a territorial animal and crossing the line was an unforgiveable sin in their greedy eyes. That was when I made arrangements to gather our forces and take as much provisions and loose cash we could liberate in a short span of time and make immediate sail for the Antilles without informing the crews about our destination or the reason for our sudden departure. I figured it was not good common sense to inform the crew about our compromised. “I know it is silly. I shouldn’t be this upset. It is just that I am going to miss you,” she told him.She pulled over on the side of the road and turned to look at him. He pulled her closer, and reached over to turn off the car. He kissed her gently and said, “Let’s get out of the car and I will show you how much I am going to miss you.” They climbed out and she moved to the passenger side of the car to stand in front of him. He took her face in his hands and kissed her, slipping his tongue. She wanted nothing to do with me, however, refusing even to explain why she was so disdainful of men, and as always, the rejection was enough to make me determined to have her.There was no rejection from the Iron Bull. He was more than happy to have me ... as his bitch. And I didn't do that. All the same I held no ill will towards him, and actually had a bit of a confusing, inexplicable longing – he felt like family. Maybe it was because he was the only other Qunari I knew. But whatever the.