I called her on WhatsApp and there she was in black top and pink shorts.Me: Pink shorts?? You know na I don’t like pink color.DB: Baby pata hai na. ...Lo kardi tumhare mann ki.Aur ye bolte hue unhone apne shorts utaar diye aur sirf black panty mein khadi thi ab.Unko dekhkar mera lund khada ho gaya aur main hilaane laga.DB: Bas hilaoge?? Mujhe bhi dikhao na. Apne bachhe ki tarah pyaar kiya hai maine tunhare lund ko.Aur ye keh kar unhone apna top bhi utaar diya. Aur unhone niche bra bhi nahi pehni. A series of carefully placed crop strokes to each thigh, brought her attention back to my intentions. "Why are we doing this Nicola?" I asked, adding another wheal to each side.She gasped with pain but then spoke slowly and clearly. "To produce a form pleasing to my husband and to those he wishes to impress." Very good. So are your own erotic indulgences relevant here?" No, Sir. Unless of course they are of interest or amusement as well. Could that not be the case?"It impressed me that, despite. I would've licked his boots on the spot if he had asked me to.He took me to a store for frontier soldiers. We purchased some wonderful gear for me — really high quality coat and boots, and some heavy clothing for the mountains. Not the most suitable gear for a woman, but I didn't care. I was just starting to really enjoy myself, even in spite of the looks from the man in the store at my jail clothes, when the captain told me to change into the new clothes. I looked around, and there was nowhere. The next time his assailant got a hit in, the sword stopped an inch from his skin as though he wore his usual armour, and a spark flared; the sword seemed to rebound up and fly away, and I heard a curse as the man lost his grip. Alistair slashed his neck easily, and the would-be assassin dropped, hands trying in vain to close over the wound.When Alistair stepped forward, I could finally see Aedan, dancing between two men with great swords, and my anger flared again; another flash of white.