“What skills does your militia have available?”“We volunteered based on willingness to fight, not by skills. Some have none. I have a skill that...increases the durability of my spear. The others have a skill to handle waste without getting dirty, a skill to feel when someone is sneaking up behind them...” She went on to describe useless but interesting skills.Skills were the bread and butter of combat in games, and this remained true in this fantasy world Yazid sent them to. Everyone had skills,. As I teased her nipples and toyed with her breasts, I could feel the moisture from her pussy wetting my leg, just above my right knee. As she became more and more turned on, she bagan to press her pussy into my leg. A rhythmic movement began to build as she rocked herself back and forth. My dick began to leak precum onto her belly. I leaned back, sitting upright looking down at her. The head of my cock was glistening with moisture as it slid around on her belly, lubricated by its own juices.I. ”That wasn’t going to happen. Not now. I’d been in some sort of spell. He entrapped me—discerned my weakness and played it. I couldn’t do this again. He was only fourteen.“I’m going to take a shower now,” I said. “Your money is there on the dresser. $30 for the mowing and another $100—for ... you know what.” I couldn’t bring myself to say what the other $100 was for—what the deal had been.This would have to be it—the end. I’d have to mow my own lawn or get someone else in. Someone older. A. What? He asked innocently. That was so inappropriate! I hadnt adjusted myself! You could have seen my- anything! Unfortunately for me. I saw no such thing. Quite upsetting really. Your lucky Im not kicking sand in your face now. Go for it. But whatever your bringing, Ill bring it back. Just like earlier. Look who came out on top. Literally. Thank you for that beautiful reminder. No problem sugar. He hopped to his feet and folded his muscular arms across his muscular bare chest which was glowing.