"Which legion are you?"Esfalan hissed quietly. "Abian."Pylonem hardly hesitated. "Sixth Imperial, Abian. I am under the orders of Marilus Andrem, Comm...anding General. We shall not fit through that door, we have horses."Under his breath, to Esfalan, he muttered, "We are Sixth Imperial, Abian."Esfalan snorted, as the doors began to creak open.Two hours later, the legionnaires having helped the elves get the horses in the stables, and at least give an appearance of settling in the barracks and. "Did you like that?” I ask, pulling up my zip. “I don't want to entice you into something you're not comfortable doing." Yeah, I liked it,” he admits, smiling. “It was pretty hot." "Do you have a boner?" Yeah. I sure do." "Can I see it? Feel it? Nobody’s watching; just unzip and pull it out."He unbuckles his belt, unbuttons and unzips. He pulls out his erect cock and I see that he is cut. He has impressive girth and is maybe five inches long. I reach down and take him in my hand. His cock is. Paying money for a girl is not everyones idea of fun and I accept that, but there is a deeper meaning to it than just money+sex and for those who can’t see that it can be hard to understand.And I’m probably not the best person to explain it but it has something to do with a bond between the girl and the man. She gives a piece of herself to him and she HAS to do it because he paid for it. Maybe this appeals to me because I have a difficult time giving myself to a man – He can fuck me but that. Ding-dong.Harriet answered the doorbell. She took in Lance's tall, broad form in the doorway, his wolfish smile marring his Adonis-like looks. While Millie puttered around the kitchen, Harriet put on her best hostess act, pretending that she didn't know that Lance was really there to see her. She invited the young man into the living room, offering him coffee and cookies. After a few moments, Millie left the kitchen and went into the laundry room. Left alone with her daughter's boyfriend,.