I followed the Vicar. He was probably in his mid-fifties, average build and slightly balding, but with soft caring features, and he was still wearing ...is black full length vestments, probably from an earlier service.We entered the warm vestibule, and the vicar handed me a very small towel.As he looked at me he said 'you are drenched! Let me get you a bigger towel, strip off, I will give you my dressing gown to put on until we can dry off your clothes'.'No need to go to all that trouble', I. “I like to think so,” I chuckled. “Now, anything I ought to know before going into bandit territory?”“Stick close to me, don’t say anything and act like my bodyguard. They don’t like Imperials here since Amantil put the pressure on and forced the closure of the Assassins’ Guild, part of the Mercenary Compact.”“She has a long reach,” I murmured.“That she does and her threat to prevent access to the Empire for mercenary units forcing them to go the long way around to various Realms would have cut. I was sick of not having sex. He was always too tired, or working or whatever else. I’m not a bad looking woman and I have had men make offers to me. I had always denied them because I was married, so I decided to handle things myself. We lived in an apartment complex with several hundred apartments around us, so I closed the blinds, dimmed the lights, put in a video and grabbed my favorite dildo. I was on the couch enjoying myself when I heard a knock at the door. I quickly covered up and. I watch your silhouette through the shower curtain as you wash the physical evidence of getting royally fucked off of your sexy body. This is one hell of an enticing view, one I’m mesmerized by until you turn the water off and slide the curtain open. You catch me staring at you while leaning on the counter. I’m completely nude and already semi-erect again. You saunter over to me, the wicked grin returning, and lean into me. You give me a soft kiss on the lips, but you’re insistently pressing.