Forgetting time, your hand stole between your thighs and your fingers rode lazily over the nub of your clitoris causing shivers of excitement to leap ...he length of your spine and back. A secret intruder in this men’s domain, you ruled as Queen in their absence and, as you abandoned yourself to erotic fantasy, an orgasm was building under the tips of your wet fingers and its tendrils of sweet pleasure spread themselves through you to explode in waves of climax inside your mind. After a brief. Jones tells her as she grinds her hips against her face. When she is finished she looks up at her Master and smiles. Again she leans in and kisses her mound.“Stand up. Turn around.” she is commanded and quickly she does as she is told.Amy is pushed against stall. She can feel her Master’s hands pull her shirt up. And as if her Master could read her mind from moments ago asks,“You like to be tickled don’t you slave?”“Yes it is torture I love it and hate it and it is such a turn on for me. ”Ms.. What’s bothering you?”“Well, I was at practice today and when I slid into third base, I think I pulled a muscle in my thigh. It’s really sore and I figured I’d ask you for advice.” Gabe again stared at the floor as he spoke.Garret thought for a moment before he offered a solution. “Let me pull out my massage table and I’ll examine your thigh and we can go from there. Sound like a plan?”Gabe looked up at him and nodded his head yes. “You sure you don’t mind?”“It’s what I went to school for bro.”. The next morning, Rohea and Maes set off from Riloo in high spirits. However, not long after they had ridden off, they were waylaid by a group of men wearing black cloths. Rohea slid off Feisty with practiced ease and drew his sword. Maes, to her credit, was not far behind and was soon standing with her back pressed against Rohea's.A man with a scarred face stepped forward and addressed them. "Sir Rohea, surrender now and we will let the woman live."Rohea was surprised that he had been.