‘Look, do you want me to help you, its obvious that you have a thing about me, which is very flattering, but we cant have you walking about with a b...ig stiff cock for the next week or so’ I stammered ‘What do you mean’ ‘Well if you promise not to tell anyone I will let you have a look at me naked, and then you can have a good wank, obviously I will have to see you shoot your come, as I want to be sure you aren’t wanking secretly’ My jaw dropped, V was asking me if I wanted to see her with no. . if you would even recognize me. So, I’m caught, it seems. I’m to be taken to face the Hand or perhaps the Queen? Or what other grisly fate? I have heard what you did to Grand Maester Pycelle, after all. A grim, dark fate for him, and he had already experienced the black cells once at the hands of the Imp. Well, if I’m to die, so be it, but don’t waste time seeing me off to my end. You serve the Crown, do you not? Do not cheat the royal exchequer of its money’s worth. Remember what I taught. .. and my panties are getting soaked. I had to take stock of the situation and I excused myself to go to the ladies room. I could feel his stare on my ass and legs as I walked away and that only made me wetter. Once inside the stall I pulled my panties down and saw that they were indeed soaked. After I peed, I couldn't help but give my clit a little rub which sent a shiver through my body. My pussy was dripping wet. I had to decide what to do.... go home and wait for my husband or venture into. As with all fiction, the usual disclaimers apply: any resemblance to real events, persons, places or forum members is entirely coincidental. Except, of course, where its entirely intentional. The light fog added a moisture to the air. The coolness of the night wrapped around her like a wet towel, sending a shiver up her spine. She was lucky she knew the area so well, or she could have easily become lost. She looked through the trees at the house where he lived, slightly smiling at the one.