"For the gods sakes try to at least walk like a whore you fool," theSorceress hissed after him. "You look more like a drunken sailor lookingfor a wall...to piss upon."The Akkadian ground his teeth in frustration, but knowing that entry tothe warlord's hideout was essential he composed himself and with aneffort forced his hips to sway invitingly and took dainty steps as heheaded out and across the street. As he emerged from the shadows into thetorchlit road the guards caught sight of him, but. .. do you have any hobby sports, like ice skating or gymnastics? Any extracurricular activities at all?" Not really. I swing a mean sword at Ren Faire, I can row a racing scull really fast."The woman hadn't been interested until the last. She looked up at Kennedy. "Sculls? You have experience with sculls?"Kennedy decided on a whim that it was time to lie. "Quite a bit. I've had some good coaching." Hmmm. Sculls are a sport where maturity counts more than youth. Most of the women in it are. ..ooh...oooh...” As the seconds ticked by, the flinching of bruised flesh gave way to movements that followed the caressing fingers and the hips began a slow wiggle.“Aaaaahhh...”“That better, boy?”“Yes...oh yes...oh yes...” It was more a breath than actual speech that accompanied the healing massage. The beaten buttocks glistened deep reds and purples and their colourful writhings hit Lady Vernon with a spasm of lust between her thighs.And between the boy's thighs there now sprouted a stiff. As soon as those words of bawdy praise had come tumbling out of his mouth, she climaxed with a long, body shuddering groan of unabashed, animalistic, raw sexual pleasure. While her body was still shaking, she heard, Pablo exclaim, God damn, compadres, look at this Anglo slut having the big one. She is proving to be such a hot assed bimbo that we are going to be able to do anything we want to her. When her volcanic climax finally subsided, she said to herself, Damn, how embarrassing, I must.