The two, almost invisible lines across his back from a lashing had tears running from my eyes even as I lavished them with kisses. He wouldn’t tell ...e where they’d come from, not that I couldn’t guess. I clenched my hands in impotent rage before forcing myself to relax. This isn’t the time – but one day, Isolde will pay.It must have taken over an hour just to get through the scars on the back of his body, but I wasn’t in any hurry. This was about proving my love to him in a way he’d never. Her beauty struck him, norms were so smooth and soft. Even the boy was cute, and his flesh would be sweet. A side arm he would have to be careful. Iberian wondered how they had made the vile things, that knowledge had been lost.****Erin rose early, long before the sun broke over the mountain to the east. Excitement filled her, Jason promised her a romantic picnic. The eighteen-year-old had plotted for months, laying her trap with great care. Like the giant black spider, she wanted to capture. ’ The last comment was more of a statement and Lauranathias simply nodded and remained kneeling. Smiling, the warrior picked up her glass of wine, drained it in one gulp feeling the wine’s warmth burn almost as greatly as the fires of desire for this strange beauty in front of her. ‘Fetch me another glass’ replied the warrior, watching as Lauranathias quickly filled it and returned to find the Warrior walking over to the bearskin rug. Seeing the rug, the warrior, played with its fur, testing. I could see his cock wanting to bust out of his towel. He was late 50s and heavyset, with white curly hair and an olive complexion. My guess through the towel was 6 inches. Still bent over, I made eye contact and smiled. He started rubbing his cock through his towel, and I jiggled my booty for him. I wasn't sure if he was going to come in or just watch and stroke. I stood up and began rinsing - this time aware that I had a man to please. I moved my hands slowly over my my smooth body,.