However many, all of them weremerchants. I've learned to buy and sell since before I was five. I cannotbuy and sell like they can." His smile was gent...e, but his question wasserious. "Are you good?"She twirled her staff overhead for a few seconds, then swung itdownwards. It made a satisfying THUNK against the packed dirt. "I'm thebest my age in the order, though Piety Alban would argue the point." The best at one of Orsin's three commands. You study life crystals tofulfill another. Am I. He knew he would need help. Ableard rose to mind. Ableard was a friend of Mr. Simmons, that was obvious. But he felt like Ableard would do what was right, first and foremost. He had to have proof, though. He had to have proof something bad was going on in there, if it was. He had to first see if it was somehow. He racked his mind for a way in the barn. Sadly, he didn’t know how to pick locks. It was probably a little late to learn, at this stage. He didn’t even have one to practice on. Tin. “No, of course not. You’re both old enough…and it’s not as if she wasn’t enjoying it too.”There was a longer silence. And to my surprise I could hear that whap, whap, whap noise again…“Jesus, Matt, are you wanking again?”This time he didn’t stop.“Thinking about you watching us…it’s kind of hot. What did you do?”“Christ almighty…I just put my hand inside my bikini and rubbed myself. You do know what girls do, don’t you?” I probably sounded a bit cross, but I wasn’t - just a bit surprised at the. That is, until I grab them. Hands full of soft titty flesh and stiff nipples, I ram her forcefully from behind, grunting and panting as she begins to moan and massage her clit with her fingers.When we collapse, and my dick comes out of her again, she slumps to the side and sits, breathing hard and smiling at me, hair stuck to one side of her face. I rise to my feet and reach down to grab her hands, pulling her up as well. Picking her up and setting her on the messed up bed again, I watch as she.