” I started stocking my cock slowly, so I wouldn’t cum, while being intoxicated by her lush toes. She said, “That’s a good boy, stroke it fast...r.” I was getting close and she knew it. She then said something I never thought would happen in a million years. “Wanna to suck my delicious toes?” I just opened my mouth, she pulled her feet away and slapped me hard in the face. “I didn’t give you permission; you’ll be punished for that later,” she said. I couldn’t understand what she meant by that, so. The wall was discolored with shit and pee, as well as the ground. It stank!My stomach nearly heaved, and I made a wide detour getting into the long grass as I did so. Damn! Who'd of thought this? Well, obviously they did, but come on! I shook my head and continued walking, as my stomach settled. It took a while, but I made it down to the river. There were docks, and boats out on the river. People were fishing, or ferrying other people back and forth to the either side. There was also a smallish. (Well, two ways, but Tiffany wasn't here to reign them in.)"All right, that's enough," I said in my best 'Lord of the Castle' voice. "Shayera Alustrial, put your weapon back in my closet, and both of you stand before me."They each kept a watchful eye on the other, but stopped fighting and chasing. At a speed far, far less than her maximum, Shayera Alustrial walked back to my closet, keeping a eye on Leafrider the entire time. She 'put away' my shoehorn by throwing it blindly into the closet,. She looked to the coal fire, warm against her cheek, with the carry cot set up at the side of the fireplace ready for the baby when it arrived. Looking into the fire, she remembered her soldier, the last time she saw him, that day 8 months ago when they had to get up early, leave their second honeymoon island and get to Portsmouth Station, her last sight of him waving from the train to London, where he would board his plane back to his unit in Gibraltar. Then she had walked, oblivious of the.