Steeling herself, allowing the vestiges of anxiety to escape, she nodded, and tied the scarf on, blinding herself. Alistair took her hands and careful...y led her into the tent.Three weeks earlier:Elyssa was off with Arl Eamon discussing some sort of affairs of state. Alistair found it vaguely ironic that they were doing so without him, given that he was supposed to become King, but it didn't worry him overly. Having been raised a noble in Ferelden society, he knew that she had a much better head. This mid-forties housewife was the first partner not in my own age range. Her solid “mommy” body with wide hips and pillow tits was also a first for me. Not pretty, not ugly, she was starved for affection in a loveless marriage which had produced a son my age.I barely had a chance to explore her bounteous bosom before being pulled into the hairiest twat I’d even seen pictures of. It was surprisingly tight, rarely being used by a husband who wasn’t as well equipped as me. It took little. 4 more blows to my right nipple, in slow succession. Then, before I've evenrealized that the 5 th blow is completed, you are striking my left breast,in the same places as your first set. The blows are faster here ? there isnot as much time for me to process the pain, but somehow this makes the paineven worse. The 5 blows to my left breast are the worst pain that I've everfelt (but not the worst that I will ever feel, at your hand), and I cry out. You tell me that you are disappointed (but you. “Thanks,” said Lara.“Looks like you had the same effect on him,” grinned Freddie, from by the garage wall.“Oh,” said Lara. She was smiling again, but nervously. She looked at his face, then down at his bulging if no longer protruding cock. It had lost its erection but was still huge. Her smiled wavered and faded away.“Oh,” said Sean. “Lara.” He waved her over, to be out of sight of the house, and she came; slowly. “Look ... we’d never...”“Never touch you, unless it was what you wanted,” Freddie.