. .”“No, not really.” A part of me wanted to throw her overboard and let her drown. The rest of me was busy trying to find a balance between a p...ossible escape from loneliness and a bad case of raging hormones. The latter was winning by a large margin.“Can I offer you a beer?” I asked her. I felt like adding something about a good roll in the seaweed too. Discretion, being the better part of valour, won out. Sometimes I hate discretion. This was one of those times.“Yeah, I’d like that.” she. I decide to try this the next Friday again so same set up, porn on TV headphones on and wanking waiting on her coming into room. Sure enough Margaret knocks loudly twice on door which I pretend not to hear and in she comes as I am wanking away. I can see her reflection on TV screen as she enters and I am trying to cum while she is there. This time she doesn't turn and leave but walks over to pick up laundry as I grunt and shoot cum into a tissue. But as I turn round she has left the room. When. Her innate fear of magic meant she had no idea what was happening to her as I petrified her in place in the middle of my room. I quickly stripped her of her clothes with the help of my sharp dagger, finally confirming what I'd guessed: her body was perfect. Her tits sprang free from their confines, actually somewhat swollen from the tight breastband she'd been wearing. They were mouth-watering. She was the smallest of the current lovers I dallied with at Skyhold, her waist narrow enough I could. I haven’t been with anyone intimately in more than 5 years….. and I have to confess, I fantasize about you when I play with myself, and it drives me crazy! I see your hard cock in those jeans of yours and my panties get so wet because I want to suck it and stroke it so bad……. I know you have a panty fetish, and I really want you to let me be your muse, and would love for you to just lay me down here and feel how wet my panties are for you, while you tease it…. Did I scare you?” I gulped with.