She set that aside and next removed a linen cloak that looked old and worn, mottled grey in color."Go ahead and take off your clothes," she said. "You...need to be anointed and then you'll wear this." She stood up, holding the jar in one hand and the robe in the other."Okay," I shrugged, pulling my t-shirt over my head."The robe belonged to Elizabeth Malet. She wore it while imprisoned by her future husband," Christine smiled at me, watching as I bared myself slowly. "Do you know who he was?". When Gregor began to embellish some of their sightings, Stefan quietly brought his companion back to the reality of their adventures. He had a niggling fear that if they scared the populace too thoroughly, the governor might not let them out of the gate to return. Besides, what they had seen was enough to provoke nightmares, and protests of disbelief. With his need for drunken companionship eminently fulfilled by mid afternoon, Stefan abandoned the warm confines of the tavern for the. ’ She lied. ‘John I’m tired I just want to go home. If you want to stay then I’ll go myself.’ She didn’t answer his question and he was beyond pissed. He was sure what he said had made her want to go home. He was not going when there were women here who wanted him. There was a cute blond and brunette in the corner who had been giving him flirtatious looks the whole night. ‘Nothing cures stress like a good fucking threesome.’ If she wanted to go home she was welcome to. Besides after the wedding. I felt Tim come up behind me and start to nibble my neck and ear lobes. It sent an electric shiver down my spine and I done nothing to resist. He was now feeling my boobs thruogh my dress and then spun me round. He then kissed me on the lips and then drove his tongue into my my mouth. Again I done nothing but then started to respond a little with my tongue. We were both kissing passionately and I could feel his hands wandering up my thighs. He was caressing my bum through my tights and silky.