Rhys reached out with his tongue and cleaned around his foreskin but as soon as he finished more was dripping onto the floor. Rhys pushed the white fo...eskin back and let the tap drip.It does that a lot, said Mount, I hope you liked it? Oh yes, no need for any lube tonight. Rhys had now got 2 fingers into Mount’s tight hole and was working them in and out soon to be in far enough to reach the goal. Rhys took another drink for the tap in front of him. Deciding it was time for his tongue to go. ”(Excerpt from “The Spy Who Came in From the Cold” by John Le Carre)Looking back on my third trip into past history, I found it strangely difficult to accurately estimate the distance between southern Germany and the warmer climate of the Spanish Plain. I had visited Spain a few times during my normal life before the adventure of time traveling and I shamefully own up to the fact it was mostly dominated by my incessant searches for friendly willing females ready to tutor me in the nuances of. Sophia grunted around the gag to try and indicate she could not speak. “There’s no point denying it” the elf reached down with her free hand and pushed two fingers into Sophia’s cunt coming away with two fingers coated in Sophia’s juices which she wiped off on the ball gag “ but a drow agent would be turned on by being hung naked from the ceiling” smelling the scent of her own arousal Sophia could not deny that she was turned on and she was the slave of a drow but that did not make her a. Me and Becca, that is. But none of that mattered. Because, Becca would be going away again after the funeral and I could get back to running the Ren. Faire, just as Uncle Henry and I had always done.Or so I thought. Uncle Henry hadn’t even been buried yet before I discovered Becca seeking potential buyers for Notts’ Faire. I was in my office, speaking with the tomb stone engravers when I saw Becca through my window. She was leading 3 business men in suits down Centre Street, heading towards the.