She was very pretty. She had a good body. Short, scrunched boots on her feet and a pair of navy blue yoga pants. Her legs were fit and trim, well deve...oped. He assumed from that that her bottom was, too. She was wearing a simple white blouse gathered at the waist with a black leather belt. When she moved he could see that she had nice sized breasts, at least a c-cup, and while it may have been her brassiere, they appeared fairly firm. All in all, she was an attractive young woman. There was. As such, the honorific title “Hero” before his name now naturally came out of his mouth, with no other meaning other than expressing reverence.Garnet was not alone in his frame of mind, everyone else were taking sneak peeks at the admirable youngster and only those at the higher chain of command, both in the village and the mercenary band, dared to directly look at him.Garnet sighed as he felt a huge burden lifting up from his shoulder. “Thank you!” He bowed toward the two but it was obvious to. I was all alone and I was being invited to watch two good old friends, two women, make love to one another. It was as enticing as hell. I’ve known them forever and to watch them make love to one another had me semi-aroused already. I’d get to see them entirely naked. Watching them become naked and passionately making love to one another was so darn enticing that I had to say yes. I was already a horny guy simply at the notion. We drove over, kind of. Her house was empty of course and I decided. “Davy, please don’t take away my power. I am no threat to you. I can be your ally and your support.”I poured shampoo into my hands, turned her so her back faced me, and began to lather her hair. She leaned forward from the waist allowing her ass to push back against my cock as I continued to wash her hair. Had any other woman done that, I would have thought it an invitation to sex.But, Cathy was not any woman. Cathy was a woman who loved her power. I believed she was trying to soften my resolve.