" Damn, just - damn!" Her fingers ran through the material of the fluffy white robe hanging on the wall. "Ok, I think I need a long soak in this magni...icent tub. Or do you call it a small pool? This thing is easily big enough for a party!" She cocked her head at me again."It has held a party or 20 in the past, but I'm sure you don't want to hear all the sordid details." Uh, ew. I'm fine and sorry for asking. I may be awhile." Take your time. It will take awhile to get your clothes clean. Draw. ‘It’s what people expect from a shaman and it wouldn’t be right to disappoint them.’ The shaman taught Ivory wholly practical skills such as how to mould clay into the shape of casks and urns and then heat them into firm but fragile use. Ivory learnt how to weave reeds into baskets or cord. She learnt how to knap flints and carve bone to make delicate instruments that could be used to sew together wounds or clothing. Glade also taught Ivory some rudimentary words from the many languages at her. Rachel was new to the area so had used the gym as a way of meeting new people. She was 22; fairly petit but the recent gym work had started to give her ass some definition. One perk of the workouts she thought to herself. She had shoulder-length dark hair that she tied back in a ponytail whenever she worked out, it was a pain washing it afterward but Rachel didn't mind that. She finished her work out and made her way back to the changing room, the sweat was pouring off her so she was looking. His cock, still raging hard, was pressed up against his belly, tightly covered by the towel, which was rolled tightly at the top. He finally, carefully, pulled his protective hand from where it was holding everything together. As long as he didn't shift around too much, it felt like the towel would hold in place. And if he could get his cock to settle down a bit, there would be less risk of a towel slipping episode.When he finally reached out and placed one hand tentatively atop one of her.