"Donning a meek smile, Gwennet, apprentice footpad to Raster, said, "Sorry, boss." She was lying flat upon her back. A guard lay atop her, where Raste... had delivered him to slumber land with a well-placed little sack of lead pellets. She grunted as she levered the deadweight off of herself, he was still breathing, for which she was glad. Had he been dead, she would have pushed the body off with more speed, no doubt, but then Gwennet would have run until she found open water.Raster was leaning. Don’t take this the wrong way. Much as I like a beautiful young lass to be sitting on me, I fear that ma legs are turning blue.’ Mhari laughed and stood up, stepping to one side. ‘I was forgetting the effect I have on mortals.’ Donal’ rubbed the circulation back into his chilled legs. He poured some broth into his wooden bowl and sipped at the thick liquid. ‘Ah! Not bad at all.’ Mhari regarded him from where she sat cross-legged on the floor, her elbows on her knees, her chin in her hands.. .. It doesn't have to be about me."She kissed him. "No, it doesn't. But this time, I want it to be." And he said nothing as she withdrew and prepared to ride him to orgasm.He was right; it didn't take long. But it was long enough to be good. She felt the flexion in her thighs as she moved upon him, up and down, and then back and forth as she found a better rhythm, letting the distance do the work for her, caressing his length with her passage. She grasped his hands in her own, using them to. I guess I deserved it. It was hard to say how many loads of male seed she was carrying, but judging by the viscid string of semen that drooled out of her and landed on my chin, she had just been fucked at least once by every man in the room! I reclaimed my hand and wiped the slime off my chin. Bridget was getting impatient. She began rubbing that revolting, yet strangely exciting, wet mop over my nose, eyes, mouth and chin. Perhaps it was Sandy’s loving efforts, or perhaps it was that finger.