"It'll keep me warm on the way home." Leaving so soon?" asked the blonde girl.They had pulled up an extra stool. I was about to make an excuse about w...orking in the morning, but then wondered why. They all seemed attractive, and maybe a little interested in me, which was a big plus. Perhaps I could stay and make an evening of it.I enjoyed the drink they had bought me and then bought a round myself. We made small talk at first, but the conversation inevitably drifted to what they did for a. .Now, we’re in your bed. I’ve bathed you – and you’ve bathed me – and I’ve dressed you in your nightie and panties, just so I have the thrill of undressing you. Between each whispered sentence, our lips meet in a mix of passion and tender love for one another. My fingers have found your left nipple which I constantly rub through the thin cotton.While our tongues play together, my fingers never leave your nipple. It’s clear you’re on heat, your little legs are fidgeting, your small body. She would never get married, she would be humiliated in the extreme and her life would essentially end right now in her eighteenth year. She would be property, to be used at the whims of her captors for the rest of her life. She had been given a week to make her decision. Elle visited the front where the brief truce was still holding. The nature of war was a painfully eye opening experience for the sheltered young princess. She saw the horrible weapons of war. She met some prisoners of war and. It was slightly salty, they’d got that right, but the only word I could come up with was ‘silk’ which isn’t even a taste! If silk tasted of anything then it had to be something like this.She took her hand out of my mouth and went back to playing with my pussy, not entering me this time but sliding along the outside and massaging my clit. It was sending me crazy. I wanted to return the favour and asked her if I could make her cum. I wanted to find a way to repay her for this evening.“You can but.