He watched her. She was barely five feet tall, her long brown hair was a tangled mess, she walked by him without giving much regard to him. Later he... would see her again and ask her how the fruit she bought earlier was. This started the conversation. They shared the watermelon and made small talk. She liked his confidence and his manor. She had run into his type a thousand times before and never really gave them much thought. It is clique to say that he was different, but he was. He was. Chastity turned to watch as I poured lube onto my hand and rubbed it into my wife’s pussy. Bridget reacted by thrusting her hips off the bed. Then I slid the toy inside of her and turned it on. Bridget immediately started moaning. Walking back to the foot of the bed, I guided Chastity back onto her feet, put my hands on her waist, and brought my lips to hers. She started to moan when I gently pulled on her plump lower lip with my mouth. We kissed for a while, our hands exploring each other’s. "Just as perfect as always Lillian," says an attractive raven haired woman lying on a bed and wrapped in silks. Her manner of dress, and her curvaceous body, indicates that she is a proprietor of a mass amount of wealth, as well as the highest paid prostitute in the city of Tabriz."Thanks," said the figure stepping out of the shadows and into the light. Standing before the raven haired beauty was the famous half-elven thief Lillian. Her hair was long and silver, her eyes were light blue. Her. "No, you seemed pretty resistant to those things." I said. "I was." She laughed. "You might find me more amenable now." Wink. This was the girl who would get me all hot and bothered with her outfits, her dancer's body and her runway model swagger and haughtiness and then when we were skin to skin and in my bed she would lock up and become a non-participant. It killed me that the object of my hot desire was a cold fish when the clothes finally came off. And that part had taken quite a long.