"Would you be able to do something for me?" I asked her.She continued to stare off into space, not looking at me. She said "I could." Can you do some...thing physical? That involves you having to do something?" I could."I remembered back to when she licked my balls the first time, and I remembered how good it felt. I wanted to try it again. "Could you give me a handjob and lick my balls?" Yeah... I could." Thanks," I said, and kissed her gently, more sensuous than we'd ever before kissed.I. Now, there was doubt within her mind as to whether Mikhail would survive or not even in his safety. She felt so foolish in some ways to have chosen his life over her freedom. If anything had happened to him, there was no telling what would happen to her. From the way they looked at her, she knew she was nothing to them. There was no connection, no sense of affection towards her that Mikhail had. She was nothing but a hazard, a dangerous sex slave with her picture plastered across newspapers and. ‘Two adversaries!’ The second time he repeated a flash of insight shone in his eyes and his state of mind submerged in hasty determination.‘Entering the sea without proper arrangement will evoke the fury of the two Overlords!’ His idea was to set up the orange haired man and the other person approaching against the two Overlords, however, simply leaving the continent in the same manner he previously did will only be provoking death one too more times.... ‘He sensed her killing intent, stopped. I drove home feeling great but I knew my day was just beginning. I took another shower and checked the hockey game, not for the score but the time left. This time I had specific orders of what to wear. I put on a skirt and black tank top with heels. I had a date in the next city with a so-called Dom, named James. I had met him a few times in party situations but never played with him. I told him I was never into the whole fetish lifestyle but James was a Greek guy with a massive cock who stood.