She pulled against her bonds tighter, making the rope bite into her wrists. His words from before came back to her, staving off her panic and remindin... her that he said he would stop if she wanted to. For a moment, she considered it, her mouth opened, the word at the tip of her tongue.Then, Catrina took a deep breath. She remembered how she’d felt in the coffee shop, when she thought she had lost her chance - feelings of regret and failure. This was what she had come here for. She wasn’t going. Mikhail as the Chosen One had retreated to the rear and was huddling in fear, his leggings damp around the crotch.Ginger and the wizard Jamieson stood together, concentrating before throwing a large fireball at one of the orcs. It hit and exploded, the orc stepping back in pain. Growling in anger while it's fur burned, it moved to the muddy area by the river and rolled. Almost immediately the chieftain did the same, before the other five followed it's example. While injured, the fireballed orc. Turning back toyour task, you undo the buttons of my Levi's, one by one, exposing mycock. You rub it lightly with your fingers, laying my fly open. Youbegin to kiss the glans, which makes me start to move my hips. I liftmy ass off the bed, and you pull the jeans down to my knees. Liftingmy legs, you pull them off, taking my socks with them.The Levi's land in a heap upon the floor.You sit back, legs folded under you, facing me from at my feet.Looking down at your breasts, you reach up, holding. Clumsily, with no trace of your ease, I put on some makeup: clumsystreaks of lipstick, thick eyeshadow and too much perfume. The perfumewas the most important part as its smell would tie you to me with everybreath. As an afterthought I added some jewellery and tried to style myhair. My reflection looked ridiculous, but I turned and left anyway.It was late evening, the street lamps providing little illumination inthe near starless night. I walked as if I knew where I was going, andsomewhere.