Without seeing, she reached out for my head, pulling me to her mouth and ravaged me with a kiss. “ Do you want me to, baby?” “ So much.” She f...lt the bond that wrapped me to her. We were partners in this erotic caper, forever welded by trust, faith and desire. What she wanted, so did I. Boundaries were for breaking, our union, so present now in the swirl of this pleasure, gave us freedom to act. To go together, where weaker partnerships did not dare. “ I want to be spoiled.” She let her head. She could feel the warmth on her toes and splashing her thighs as it poured from her. Emma was gobsmacked but at the same time it was making her all the more desperate to go. ‘You filthy bitch,’ she laughed. ‘This’ll teach you.’ She walked over to where Sophie was crouching down and lifted her nightie, pointing her shaved pussy straight at Emma’s face. ‘What are you do…?’ Sophie began but stopped as a jet of piss flew from Emma and hit her straight in the mouth. She gagged at the heat of it but. He reported that they were completely ready, and already had more than six hundred locals who had joined and were training. Bowyers were hard at it, making more bows and training new bowyers. Fletchers were just as busy. Blacksmiths from Soissons were busy working with a dozen local blacksmiths we hired, teaching them how to work with the manmade substitute for Wootz steel.I laughed at myself, realizing I had been thinking of it as Wootz steel all along--which it wasn’t at first. Wootz steel. I was as ever thankful that my pussy was ready, almost dripping with juices. Right now, I lean against the wall and spread my legs wide to allow trembling fingers full access to my wet sex tube and I tear at his tee-shirt. He tries feebly to resist but his need to finger fuck me allows me to pull it off. Almost in retaliation he pulls off my top and for a second stares at my bare tits, then thrusts his mouth onto a nipple which he sucks hard. Clumsy as this young guy is, his fingers are doing.