. I hardly know you," she said wistfully."That's true but those needs can be so strong." Well... " her face split into a huge smile. "Why not? Sure, o...ay."I took her hand and led her back to my bedroom. By then, she was in the process of pushing her shorts and bikini panties to the floor, so that when she stood by the edge of the bed, she sat and kicked them off at the same time. I grabbed a pillow from the bed and put it on the floor for my aging knees and instantly found myself face to face. " Doesn't it excite you... I mean that he'd pay us to play?" Yeah, exciting!"They passed Mr. Towson, the English teacher, a tall handsome man who had sandy hair, glasses, a very masculine face and body."You know about him?" Chris whispered, pointing."No." I heard he's got a cock big as a fence post." Oh, come on!" Well, not that big, but I hear he's really hung." Really?"Let's tease him," Chris said, "Turn him on, huh?" How?"Mr. Towson was just a few steps past them.Chris bent over the water. There was no languid ease in his carriage now, instead, he seemed to flow down the steps like a shadow, "Very well, Drayson, you shall have your combat." Before Lyonidas could proceed, Reynal called out, "Milord Regent, I demand to be your champion!" Never taking his eyes from Drayson, Lyonidas dismissed the claim, "You demand nothing, General. You heard their tradition, the one who makes the judgment defends it. That's just fine with me." Finally breaking eye contact with. Suddenly she felt Him step behind her, and He deftly swept her cuffed wrists behind her back and with a single ?click? her wrists were secured behind her. She was vulnerable, open, at his mercy.There was a breath on her shoulder, and from behind her she heard, softly at first, then louder a deep growl . . . primal . . . .beastal . . . soft lips on her shoulder . . . her neck, then teeth, biting her, while his hands suddenly swept over her body, evaluating her, lifting her breasts, weighing.