.. okay?'I try to hold your gaze, embarrassingly aware that my penis is now throbbing towards an erection, the wet glans pushing up through the loose ...kin, weeping, eager for attention.'Okay, schools out' I joke, trying to hurry you on your way, hoping you'll not catch me in such a state.'Love you' you say, pecking me on the forehead as you turn to leave, 'And thanks for the lesson' you add, before your eyes drop to my now rampant erection.... Do I see fear? Surprise? Admiration?I lock the. Borain figured out that the little Gnome was trying to draw more of a crowd and that was just fine by him. He was more than happy to help out in this goal! "Fucking slut, you look perfect on my cock like that. You're a born slut, aren't you?" His voice was deep and more vibrations than actual noise, echoing out across the city and drawing more attention than a demon's cry. His muscles bulged underneath his still worn plate as he simply used his immense strength to pound away at her increasing. " I look over to where she is pointing and see a small table with a box of tissues.I reach over and start to grab my clothes when she yells "NO! Don't get dressed until I tell you to. Clean up that mess first." I lay the clothes back down and walk over to retrieve the box of tissues.I return to the area in front of her and start cleaning up the mess. Once I have every drop mopped up she instructs me "Put the box back and throw those away in the waste basket." I do as told and return to stand. His finger tightened on the trigger spasmodically and his pistol went off. The bullet hit right between Frank Collins spread feet.People looked to see Frank holding a smoking, pearl-handled revolver in his right hand, a stunned look on his face. Only two men had seen him draw and they described it as greased lightning, the fastest, most beautiful thing they’d ever seen ... at least involving gunplay.Buford hit his knees and tried not to fall down. Something was terribly wrong with him, and he.