Her hand placed on my chest."We could just call it something else." I answered."Like what?" She asked."I don't know." I kissed her quickly. "You tell ...e."She kissed me hard. "Friends with benefits?" And kissed me french. Our tongues clashed. It gave me a high from her beer scented breath. "Fuck buddies?"In every release of our kissed she said a name we could consider ourselves when we get home. "Sex Partners? Fun Friends? Sex slaves? Fuckmate? Sex mate? Bed Warmer?" And on and on she went for a. She could feel his dick on her pussy and despite still coming down from the orgasm she felt slightly apprehensive. The first time with Greg had been very painful. She had expected that, but it had never stopped being uncomfortable having him enter her; it wouldn't be a sharp pain, but still unpleasant. And George was so much bigger!To her amazement, there was no pain and no discomfort. Sure, she was tight and she really felt she was being filled by George, but it was a wonderful feeling. Her. . I'll tell you what ... If you sheath your sword and give yourself up to me I may release them." He said with a smile on his lips.Robert pulled on my arm, "I beg you Milord. Don't do it, once he has you what's going to stop him from carrying on his attack?" He said.I shook my head, "I can't let them die." I said and put Twilight into its sheath I raised my helm. "Alright Brak, I give myself up. Just don't hurt them." I said and then turned to Robert, "Return to The Meeting Place and prepare to. Although my father had died of lung cancer after a lifetime of smoking, Stella's husband had blown his head off with a shotgun... I had chalked up the suicide of Stella's husband to depression and the loss of his job in an economic downturn, but now suspicions of female-to-male abuse were tugging at my mind... Unbeknownst to me, Stella appeared to be at least a closet butch lesbian, maybe even a tough, mean dominant woman with a lethal background. My mind whirred and I groped for an adequate.