With a couple of torches, we can go. Does anyone know if there are towels and things in the bath?’ We ambled quietly down the street in front of the...Inn. Sally was in the middle with her cameras, which she refused to let out of her sight. As the newest, she got the most teasing. ‘He found you in a pub? But you are a Shakespearean actress? And now our photographer?’ She squealed and hugged one and then another. We made our way through the construction yard and up the outside stairs, which were. I’m at the point where my hips are starting to just gently move against the smooth bottom of the tub when Solas smiles and purrs ‘well, I shall leave you to your bath.’ I watch, astonished, as he saunters lazily from the bathroom back to the bedroom. And I listen, frowning, cheeks hotly flushed, as his footsteps carry him back to the west wing and its library. ‘That… bastard,’ I huff, sinking slowly into the water until only my frowning, garnet eyes linger just above the surface. Later that. He stood in front of me as I sat on a chair, and I took his dangling fleshy cock into my mouth, meaty foreskin first, and pulled my lips up and down on it. He withdrew his cock from my mouth and laid down on the floor. I followed his cock to the floor and started sucking it again on all fours, my ass up in the air, and my face down at his groin. My cock started getting hard thinking about three men watching my ass, when suddenly Jack belted my quivering cheeks. I yelled loudly, and kept. "You ARE a girl," he moaned."Do girls have boobs like you just squeezed?" she asked archly. "You have a boner, Uncle Bob. I feel it pressing against me. Do you get boners for little girls? Do you get a boner when you sleep in Mom's bed?"She stopped suddenly, and her eyes went wide again as she recalled all that "tossing and turning" she'd heard, all those nights when Uncle Bob was sleeping in her mother's bedroom. She took in a breath as scenes she'd hurriedly peeked at on the internet took on.