I don’t have to look, my body knows. You’re rubbing the flesh of my body ever so gently to keep me warm, but it gives me thrilling little chills a... the same time. I’m not sure which has more effect, the friction of your palms against my skin, or the delirious feeling I get just from knowing it’s your hands that are pressed against me. Suddenly you’re kissing my stomach, your lips barely moving, more like a gliding across the surface of my stomach and up my panting chest, painting it as if with. To be honest, he did more stroking than sucking. I was interested in giving him a good blow job.It didn’t take much for me to cum. It seemed like only a few minutes and my cock was shooting a nice big load all over the place! Without even bothering to pull my pants up, I moved and went down on him, grabbing his cock then filling my mouth with his nice hard meat. He lay back and relaxed – gasping and moaning like hell – while I started to give him a nice wet sloppy blow job. He very quickly. Now he was sitting with Miranda at a humongous banquet table lit withfancy candelabras and adorned in the finest silk, china and silver.They ate a delicious meal of fine steak and grilled vegetables preparedby her personal chef. It was one of the best meals Lance had tasted inhis life.Lance felt under-dressed in his simple button down shirt and khakis,but they were the most formal attire he owned. Miranda looked stunningin her low cut, sparkling silvery dress, diamond earrings and. ”“Residents?” I asked. “How many people live there?”“Well, it’s been a while since I visited. Last time I was there ... around fifty, maybe a dozen guards as well. And of course, there’s also quarters for the advisors you appoint.”Balgruuf looked disturbed by this. “My Queen, how could a large village such as this with all these buildings be in Haafingar without the residents of Solitude knowing about it? For that matter, how do they get food or merchandise for their stalls?”“Please. You don’t.