Their feet shifted, but they seemed reluctant to leave Elaina.Burin’s - Maharad’s - energy pushed harder against Elaina’s vala, and she felt her...strength giving. How was he so strong! What would happen to her if she crumbled under his assault? What would happen to Aran? Using all her considerable strength, she tried to pull Burin’s wrist away from her throat, but it moved no more than an iron bar would.“You ... can’t ... have ... me,” she rasped as her fingers dug beneath the wide sash of her. Could you get it for me?"Argh, that sounded complicated with endless possibilities for stuff-ups. "I don't think so," I said, and hastily drowned out her protests by adding "but I know someone who might," and I handed the phone to Melissa mouthing 'Lydia'."Hello Lydia!" Melissa said. Apart from a very loud 'Melissa!' I obviously only heard Melissa's side of the conversation, but I could guess the questions because Melissa said "Of course I am here too. He couldn't leave me all alone, could he?". “No. Of course not darling. Why do you think I’ve beenflaunting myself at you so shamelessly the last couple ofdays,” she blushed. “I’d have been more upset if youhadn’t come. I’m glad that you took my panties; you mademe realize what’s right here in front of me. You.” She ceased her stroking to rest both hands on top ofBrittany’s shoulders. “I’ve always loved you Brittany,even when your Father and I were together, you had. My cock formed a tent in my trousers as I staggered back to the booth. I was so fucked up I didn’t care who saw it.George slid closer to me in the tavern booth.He was soon unzipping my fly. I had a huge boner. I couldn’t believe this was happening, but I was loving every minute.I glanced at the old clock on the wall: 4:12 P.M.“Umm, Ronnie, would you like me to stroke your boner, would that turn you on?” George whispered in my ear.“Oh yes, George, make my dick feel good!”“How’s this, do you like.