“Is that not the staff of the Vagabond Poet?” the monk asked in English, so softly that Doc barely heard him.“Merry meet,” Doc whispered.“Me...rry part, and merry meet again,” the monk intoned. He glanced at the old man and nodded slightly.What were the odds? He was in the middle of the Plains of Thessaly talking to an old man and a monk and greeted with words from an English cult. A sign of recognition Doc had not heard outside The Lake District. And this monk was not Greek.“May I offer my home,. Kathy moved further away from me and gripped my cock hard and smiled. She then released me and turned to close the door, placing a wet floor sign outside in the hall. Turning to face me again she undid several buttons on her top allowing her ample cleavage to shine. The remaining buttons strained to hold her tits in and her nipples poked hard against the fabric. Kathy stopped in front of me told me that my friend was out of it and I needed to release some tension, she then slid her hand gently. OH my what a temptation she would be. Her body made for nothing but pure sexual enjoyment, and wanting all holes filled and used. With her Daisy Duke outfit and her seductive ways would be hard to push her away, so she may join me on my quest. She seeks a Master who wants nothing but pure sexual pleasure. No Tin Man here only a pain slut dressed in her latex outfit wanting me to give her the pain she seeks. Always getting us in trouble wanting me to verbally and physically abuse her. I must. Sandy and Janet were dressed in ‘come fuck me’ shoes, fishnet stockings, and a G-string, plus a broad-brimmed witch’s hats decorated with Halloween candy and condoms. They’d coordinated their costumes.Janet was a stunning longhaired brunette with long shapely legs set off nicely with those CFM heels. She didn’t appear to be overly busty. She had angular cheekbones and an elegant face right out of Vogue. Sandy was a more robust blond, and had a rack worth salivating over. Both women could be.