Then then grabbed the top of her thighs, for leverage and leaned in more and my hard cock, still very slick with her cunt juices, was beginning to eas... it's way into her tight little hole."Use your right hand" I demanded "to milk your breasts for me"She began to massage and then pull on her nipple. She moaned as a few drops formed on her elongated nipple. I used the opportunity to push in a bit more. Her moaning continued as did her self-milking. More milk seeped from her nipple. Her eyes then. The crone screeched a blood curdling scream, reached up with her hand and launched a fist-sized fireball at Tara. She easily dodged it but found another one coming for her head. She raised her sword for protection but it was too late. It struck with the force of an eagle.Moments later, she found herself completely nude, tied to a small bed. The crone was working over a stove in the small corner of the cottage. In a flash, she was beside Tara and while stirring something in a small pot. "We'll. I appreciate you trying to spare my feelings."Remaining silent, I filled a couple mugs with broth from my soup, and handed her one. She sipped slowly, smiled, and then drained half the mug."Very good!" she exclaimed. "So, not just a Caravan Guard, you are also a cook?"I laughed quietly. "As well as a drunkard? Yes, I did most of the cooking for the guards on caravan. I think we will let the soup simmer a while, perhaps have it for breakfast?" Alright, you're hired," she finished her soup. "We. She said that she joined for job near that location one week ago and she is daily traveling in bus. Her office timings were almost same as mine so I asked her to give lift for which she happily agreed and sat on rear seat holding my right shoulder. She was hanging a vanity bag on her left and as we were talking about her work and other things she was unable to hear what I was speaking so she was leaning towards front and was sitting very close. As you know Bangalore roads are bit terrible.