They separated us in to two rooms and I was met by a middle aged woman. She left me to strip to where I was "comfortable," and when she returned she f...ound me in my boxers and laying on the table. She began to work my body, starting at the shoulders and working lower over time. She began to work on my ass and inner thighs before her hand lead astray. She began to play with my balls before instructing me to turn over. Once I turned over she removed my boxers and began to stroke me. As she was. She was a rookie by Crownguard standards, but she was well trained and had great skill with the lance, spear and bow. She hoped that it would be enough to help save this maiden. Frankly, she thought that the paladin was dead, otherwise she would have reported in by now. And for that, she always felt a bit sad. She had heard of Whitelance before, and considered the girl a bit of a role model, a perfect example of what Amelia wanted to be one day. She was brave, skilled pious, and a hero to all.. Now he was unwinding with a glass of his favourite malt and thinking all was well with the world, or at least his little part of it.It was then he heard a soft cough. His brow furrowed into a frown and his body tensed. He knew that cough and it was his experience that for the most part it had been the harbinger of bad news. Certainly the last time he heard it, it had brought good news about the end of a problem time for his government. It had heralded the arrival of the man who for a period had. Sarah held up her hand, stopping me in my tracks, and answered the door herself. He stepped in, wrapped her in his arms and kissed her long and deep. I stood there awash in jealousy and happiness. They left and I soon followed, having booked myself a hotel room nearby. It was a relatively sleepless night for me, my head filled with images of what they were doing to one another. Part of me didn’t want to know, and part of me needed to watch; be the fly on the wall, seeing every detail, hearing.