Shall I claim that it was to stay clear of tax collectors? Not really, simple truth is that I just felt sick of the time I spent traveling here and wanted to indian be a bit rude so he would leave me alone. "A trip here in vain, why don't you join my bed so you can at least claim you got the best possible fuck out of Redspring?" Marc Emer asked. I swallowed too much beer in surprise and started to cough. He actually wanted me to have sex with him even though I was so much younger. Maybe it is because I still feel like the same age I was five years ago, but it felt weird to even consider him in a sexual way. I wonder if he had a wife that might become jealous afterwards? "Many ladies of these part can vouch for me being great in bed, what do you say?" he asked, his faced filled with a horny grin. Before I answered I felt the sword on my back rattle. Was it amused by the situation? Many people before me have tried to master the sword to avoid getting stuck in situations like this. I had no illusions left, I just folded when the sword demanded something. After all the last owner of the sword had lost the sword to me exactly because she tried to master the sword and did not have the needed will power. Sometimes I wondered if I would not have been more simple to get slain on that dreadful day instead of starting this journey of revenge. Remind me to tell you that tale sometime when I am not busy. Suddenly I realized with dread that the sword had stopped to rattle, had I been too slow to react? "I would gladly invite you to my bed," I said. "Please show me the full extent of your lovemaking." "I thought you would like my offer," he responded with a proud voice. "Let us do it now," I said. Perhaps I could please the sword if I gave my everything to degrade myself by fucking this farmer with delusions of him being great in bed. "Oh, you are an eager bunny," he responded laughing. "It has been a long road, long since I got laid," I lied. I actually took my time to look at him. He was not too shabby if you ignored his gray beard. I have never liked a beard on a man, but I do like men with broad shoulders and Marc Emer did certainly have that. It looked like he could pull up a small tree with his bare hands if needed. The benefits of living a hard farm-life I suppose. I fetched my key from the Innkeeper and the maid arrived to show me the way to the rooms on the second floor. How many questions I could see in her eyes as she guided me and the older man to my room. I did not try to make any explanations. The room was adequate, of course bad standard compared to what I preferred, but that is expected in the countryside even on a royal Inn. I suppose there would not be any bath unless I paid dearly. Plus that tummy was showing and it was so tight and muscled, yet soft and tender. She was moaning loudly with her eyes closed tightly. My collar and blindfold are still on, the clamps are on, and my pussy and ass are full as I finally pass out. Brandon quickly found her clit, feeling it throb under his tongue as he slid his tongue between her inner folds. The rest of the office shared their dark secrets. It’s not something I do.” He’d just have to wait. But the look on your face. “Ok Georgy. Evan could tell that she probably wasn't the one who gave herself the ability to stop time. “Ate you out?” Kelly suggested, indian working the red strands of hair between her fingers. “Oh, yes, yes, I'm going to make you explode in front of your wife,” purred Melody in my ear. When I started toward her, she was making her way to the bank.