He signaled for the slave to pour another round of date wine. "It is still three hours before dark, can your magic bow seek game before nightfall?" Th... caravan master wondered."John signaled Zithrusa, who approached with the bow, treating it in a way appropriate to handling an object of powers. John performed some hocus pocus and consulted his 'Spirits', and felt that he could sense a large predator following along beside the caravan, more curious than hungry."My bow tells me that there is game. But our concern here is not my views, but your own. So, in your hard and uncharitable view, what ladylike qualities could I possibly lack?"Corky was not enjoying this game, but her continued grip on his gonads was powerful incentive to play along. "Modesty, humility, comportment, civilized table-manners. Ability with some sort of musical instrument is desirable, though not strictly necessary; and most authorities agree that undergarments are a near-universal attribute of every true lady. Need I. You’re asking for trouble,” she told him. “Susan, you know I lose keys all the time.” Through the gap in the door, we could see both of them as they moved farther into the room. Clara was bent over a bit, and I was hunched over her, so my head was directly above hers. We were curious, but it was also about the only way we fit into the closet, which was already mostly full with an overhead projector and piles of books. Ms. Wagner took off her jacket. She was wearing jeans (not nearly as tight as. I remember feeling a tingle in my nipples when, to my horror, I felt my dick move. A slight jump, the blood rushing south. I was getting hard and couldn’t have been more mortified.I was doing everything I could to stop it; thinking all the kinds of horrible, disgusting thoughts one might conjure in up in order to stave off unwanted arousal, but it wasn’t working. I was fully hard, situation getting the best of me, and my dick started to throb in a way I couldn’t contain or hide. I knew he was.