I was sliding my fingers in and out of tight opening faster now. I kept seeing my uncle's handsome face when I closed my eyes. I'd see his soft brown ...yes and dark black hair. I'd see his kind smile and strong hands. When had I fallen for him? I didn't even know!"Uncle Anthony," I whimpered.I felt a strong explosion going throughout my body. I was trembling and had to bite down on my lip to stop myself from scream out my pleasure."Oh Uncle Anthony ... I love you so much..." I cried softly.I. They were all supposedly on the same ship, and it has gone missing. But then I found that several members of the family recently checked into a hotel – well, their version of a hotel – here at Vilia 4 – without three of their wives and some of their more distant relatives. What the fuck does that mean? Were they even on the missing ship to begin with? I keep running into crap like this – over and over.”The First took another sip of stim before saying, “I know with this many people, some of this. It appeared to be some BDSM garbage. I almost laughed because she was about to experience something similar. I grabbed a handkerchief from my pocket to muffle her. I the quickly wrapped it around her mouth and muffled her sounds. I tied it off and grabbed her hands which I bound with a rope. I grabbed her light frame and threw her on her bed face up so I could see her eyes. She tried to kick but I grabbed and tied her legs too.She was terrified but was powerless. I grabbed the bottom of her. "Gregor continued to speculate, "You must really enjoy those mammaries that hang down to the knees. Something to hang onto, I imagine." And so on.Stefan blithely ignored the jabs as they wandered the streets trying to entertain themselves. Between the taunts, Gregor latched onto a simple plan of walking into the best tavern in town and letting the townsfolk buy them tankards of ale in exchange for their tales of the kingdom under the heavy hand of the plague.The local ale was dark and bitter, a.