" He gave me a slight bow, and took the wounded man off to his surgery.I did as he had suggested and afterwards made my way to the Red Lion, which was...open but empty. I found a comfortable chair by a blazing fire, and had just sat down when a pretty young serving maid came over to me."Can I get you anything master? A drink, some food?"I asked for some food and she went away. Although she had a slender, young, almost childish body, she walked with the grace and sensuality of a much older and. All of a sudden cum just well up and ran down the side of my shaft and over my hand. There was no orgasm, no warning. It was as if my balls had some sort of emergency venting system to relieve the pressure. I was disappointed with myself I texted her, reporting the mishap and she was not best pleased with the wasting of my cum. Thankfully no punishment was issued at this time.The second was the next morning, the day of her visit. I woke up, as a quite often do, on my front, however the week of. It was close to the force’s favorite game if you will. Memories of past chaos wrecked on the calendars came to mind;The Lecherous Leprechaun telling dirty limericks that transformed prudish heroes into the whores they dressed up like…A succubus mocking Cupid that forced heroes and villains to fall madly in love with each other…The twisted 50’s American Sitcom House Mother intent on turning young women into happy homemakers with a need to bare children by the dozens…The Biker Santa delivering. Once I’d adjusted the volume, I went to sit with Elizaveta on the loveseat. I put my arm around her and she snuggled close. We exchanged a few soft kisses, but then they became a bit more heated, and eventually searing.“Mike,” Elizaveta whispered, “there’s nobody else here...”I was VERY tempted, but doing anything beyond kissing was a recipe for disaster.“We can’t, «Котёнок»,” I replied as gently as I could. “I want to, but we both know we’d have to confess, and that would create serious issues.