The white walls begin to warp and twist into humanesque faces. My boss' height begins altering slightly. The boardroom seats start becoming carnivorou..., noshing slowly on my butt cheeks. I giggle aloud for no reason, and it takes me a few moments to realize that my boss has ceased talking and now everyone is looking at me."Mr. Yan, take a few minutes and get some coffee from the front desk, hum?" My boss states in a near-monotone voice, folding the rod up and placing it down on the large oak. "Ladies like her have refined tastes."He nodded. "I know she does." Soon, though they were eating the very good stew, as promised. And old Tammer was humming happily about the bar."Your sister and Tammer?" Harlen asked her quietly over their stew.Hyandai nodded to him. "Yes, she visited this land much in those days, and she knew him, in particular, very well." She said, winking. "She said he was large, and strong, and skilled in wood lore, and that he made her very, very excited with only his. She paused for a moment and it was only then that I realised that she hadn’t positioned the piles of books where I would have expected, instead of being level with my waist they were further back, down near my knees. But my curiosity as to why she’d done that vanished as I felt one hand slipping up around my cock-head and the other spiralling up and down the hard length. The combination of her body’s suggestive movements, the images flickering through my head and her lightly caressing hands. His first instinct was that something was going on outside, but then he realized that the sound was coming from underneath him. In the cellar. He looked around and saw that Hadvar, Alvor, and Dorthe were all sleeping. Where was Sigrid? He wondered. Carthalo got up quietly, crouching low and sneaking over to the staircase, he crept slowly down each wooden plank and the muffled cries grew louder and more distinct. The Redguard quickly realized that the cries were actually moans. He looked down.