Please”. “When I’m ready,” I told her. She threw her head back in frustration, but was clearly enjoying the moment. I slid my finger into he... drenched hole. Her juices flowed out, running down my hand and along the inside of her thighs down to her ass. I ran my wet finger up and down just inside her swollen lips and she trembled. “Oh God,” she cried. I slowed down to make sure that she would not get too excited too soon. “Don’t stop,” she cried. My slowing down and then speeding up again. If both participants missed, each would receive a second arrow. The son also received his bow and a single arrow from the baron as he stood at the opposite ready line. We both nocked our arrow and faced the other.“Begin,” the King hollered.I raised my bow and released my arrow, and then watched the progress of the arrow coming towards me. Of necessity, because his bow wasn’t as strong as mine, the son’s arrow had a higher trajectory than mine did. At the last moment, I stepped to my left and. "OK," Becky replied, and they left the room. I went to go put the massage table away. In a few minutes Becky and Chrissy came back into the room and Becky said, "Sir, Chrissy has something to offer you."I looked at Chrissy and she came over and dropped to her knees in front of me. "Sir, when my parents moved away they gave me their apartment. It is far too large for just me, and I would be most honored if you would consider moving in with me. I think it would suit your needs very well."I looked. And silly: we'd been silly that night. And somehow it had happened. And the next morning, I'd found myself lying in my bed, shaking with embarrassment.Me with a woman! Leah! My best friend for years! The horror of that morning still haunts me: what was going to happen? How could I face her?I should have called her right away: talked to her. But that's not me: I found myself avoiding her. Slipping away when I saw her coming, coming up with an excuse to get away whenever she started a.