I got an idea just to kept my hand touching her leg. i was waiting if she gives any responds for half any hour, so that i can remove back my hand.she ...id not responded and she was sleeping without any movement. then after wards i have moved little bit touching very close to her thigh , so that she need to know that i am touching her. Already my tool was in 90 degrees. She was not responding now also. then i waited for 15 mins and then put my hand on top of her thigh (leg). She was wearing. “Here’s the weapon I promised you. Go to the stream, rinse it off, and make sure it’s completely dry.”“Yes, Mistress Danka.”While Isauria was occupied at the stream, Danka searched the clearing and the corpses for anything useful. Her victim’s shirt was ruined, which was too bad, thought Danka, because it looked expensive. However, the man’s boots and trousers were intact, so she pulled them off the corpse. The boy’s peasant vest and shoes were lying on the ground, which she took, as well as. .. Moi c'est pareil : quand je pense que des hommes m'imaginent en train de porter des strings ou des culottes, que mes petites parties intimes frottent le tissu, et attendent avec impatience que la poste vienne leur livrer ce trésor, et disposent ensuite d'une partie de moi qu'ils peuvent utiliser à souhait ... ça me rend littéralement dingue. Rien que de l'écrire , je sens mon sexe s'humidifier, et j'ai terriblement envie de me le caresser. Plus vous en voulez et plus cela m'excite. C'est une. . im sorry man" He stopped talking and looked at the ceiling. I could see a tear rolling from his brown eye down his tanned cheek. "Hey, what are crying for?" "I dont want you to... i just dont want.... please dont be mad at me. I dont want things to be different" he said as tears started pouring from his eyes. "Well first, stop crying man. You just dont know what ive been through, or maybe you know exactly. I didnt want things to be different either so i hid everything. I didnt want you to.