May the Maker have mercy on both of you if I hear that you have betrayed her faith in you, because I certainly won't." Greagoir turned away, signallin... to the templars around him; they began to herd the curious mages out of the foyer, and soon we were alone. Even Irving left, with one last concerned look.Tomas approached Anders, his expression concerned. "Anders? I'm Tomas."When the mage barely even acknowledged him, Tomas tried again. "Anders, will you be safe to travel? We are leaving by boat. He was the Master Chief; the most famous and infamous of all Spartans. John-117.And the man who haunted Cortana's erotic dreams and fantasies.Ironically, John himself had been feeling stressed out, and so he had gone for a ten-kilometre run along the coast in an effort to burn off some of the excess tension he was feeling. After doing a run like that, most human beings would be gasping and falling over in exhaustion. But John was a Spartan. They were not ordinary humans. He was barely breathing. I was awake enough now but I realized I needed to keep the drunken/d**gged role alive. I felt him withdraw his cock from my pussy I was afraid they could hear my heart pounding in my chest. My anus would not stop twitching as I felt a finger in my gooey cum filled cunt. I then felt that same finger rubbing my asshole and carefully probing at it. Without a cock in my mouth my moans were louder as they were not muffled and were coming often and long. My hips again took over and were moving back. She had lived briefly with one guy but he was more into taking nude pictures of her and taking polaroids of her sucking his cock and with the use of a mirror, pics of them fucking. She happened to let slip that a few of the pics he took were of his cock up her arse and strangely this got my immediate attention. I said that I didn't know she took it up the arse and would she be up for it now to which she replied with her often said reply, "I'll try anything once", but we had no lube for her.