There wasn’t much else for me to do after I got back from roaming around out there; so after a coffee and then staring at the ceiling I thought, fuc... it; I’m getting into the sack with that Winston. Well ... I just fell asleep too ... so here I am.”Winston let out a chuckle, “Well don’t that beat all little missy; you sure are a cute English cookie ... the way you curse so politely too! You got anything on?”His hand made a cursory run over her torso. “Nearly naked, huh?”“Well I thought it would. She looked me in the eye and winked. Crouching over my cock she held it in her hand. With her other hand she took my palm and placed it on her pussy. She showed me where to rub and as I did so she moaned in pleasure. Then before I knew it she had placed her cock in between the folds of her pussy and I had penetrated her. That moment of rubbing her and my cock being inside made me felt closer to her than I had ever felt before. We were physically joined like a single person. Crouching over me. I wasn't sure if she caught me looking or not, as I quickly jumped to the side and hid, waiting for a few moments before I glanced back and saw she had turned her back, but left her curtains open.She slowly raised her blouse up over her soft pale skin to reveal the straps upon her back of her black bra. She tossed the blouse down to the side, and reached behind as she unclipped the straps, and pulled them from over her shoulders. Slipping the bra off and handing it to the side as she dropped. "Who's there?" The voice that answered his tapping at the door frame sounded quietly apprehensive."Mak the Hunter, son of Chamur the Strong."The man who opened the door was even shorter than Mak, and slender, his graying hair and wrinkled face betraying his advanced age."Inside, quickly! What are you doing here? The word has been passed that you've been outlawed." Not outlawed, Borvenne." Mak answered as he moved away from the doorway, seating himself at the square wooden table that took up.