Dirk got up andquickly got him standing with his right arm in a hammerlock. Hestill refused to change. Dirk put more pressure on his arm, and thepain ...as getting unbearable but still he held firm. When Dirk putstill more pressure on his arm he finally agreed to change. Joyce told Dirk to escort him into the bedroom. Dirk spun himaround without letting go, and he was sure his arm would break atany time. In they went, and the two women followed. When he was inthe bedroom, Dirk quickly got him. A lot of it. The man’s wound was deep and had already started to swell with creeping death; it would take much of the two plants to keep the creeping death at bay, and let Gaia’s tears work. Wind trappers were placed upon the wound, flat blades of grass, thick and prickly. They would not feel good against the skin, but they would remain fixed there, resistant to the shifting bandages that would pin them in place. Wind trappers would hasten the skin’s healing, once blood touched it.Gallea. .. so much more.As he looked down, he offered me a genuine smile of satisfaction which prompted me to happily squeeze my lips together to draw out what ever few drops of his climax had been left in him. I had been given to him to do as he wished, and in turn he had made me his in everyway imaginable. As I delighted in his taste I could not help but think back at the journey that had brought me here… to be in front of him on my knees… with his now spent cock between my lips and his cum covering. Maggie was one of them. I always wondered if her appearance matched the sexiness of her voice. In fact, her voice was only the beginning. She was attractive, in her mid 40’s and very easy to talk to. Maggie turned out be my III standard teacher in one of the Anglo Indian schools that I did my schooling in Chennai. It took sometime to recollect the memories & from there on we were we got on well with a lot of flirting once she called me out for lunch and during the conversation Maggie probed me.