I ... I'd like ... perhaps ... we could try again?"There, he had said it. He looked at her waiting for the axe to fall. Instead, Josie just reached ou... and took his face in both hands."Henry, may I kiss you one more time?"A smile lit up his eyes, and he shook his head. Her breath stuck in her throat."No, I want you to kiss me lots of times."Her expression changed from rejection to consternation."How could you scare me so much?" she exploded.He felt her mouth on his. For a few delicious moments,. His own rulers, no less, clearly wanted to take both of them to bed. Grey Worm was very nervous, of course, but he did his duty, putting his tongue where his Queen commanded him, even as he watched his wife get her own cunny licked by his King.All that Grey Worm could notice was that his Queen tasted like a mixture of sweet and salty to his tongue. He found himself delving deeper inside her gash with every stroke and she held his head down to make better use of his mouth. For a eunuch, he was. He legs were spread on either side of it and tied as well. there wasn't much room on the side of it - wide enough for her body and maybe 8 inches on either side. The more she started to notice her situation the worse it got.Where was her blouse, her bra? OMG! Where was her skirt? All she had on under the sheet that covered her was the thong she put on earlier. As she started to panic she started to scream. When she did that she heard footsteps behind her and quickly had a rag stuffed into her. We both sat down, and I put in my earbuds and cranked the music on my phone.I always put together a unique playlist for once I’m on the course, usually with a collection of up-tempo, hard-driving songs, but I always listen to the same playlist before the race. It is decidedly much more mellow, and relaxes me as I stretch myself out and do a few visualization techniques that I learned in counseling over the years.It starts with a hymn I grew up with that is based on Psalm 95. Every time I listen.