She wiggled her ass on my finger. I ran my finger in another knuckle. She seemed perfectly happy. Now pushing all the way down, she cried out somethin...g that sounded like encouragement and she rocked her body on my pinky finger.I withdrew the finger and she cried: Hindi! (No!)I immediately replaced the finger with my index finger but attempted to go slowly. She fundamentally disagreed with that and pushed hard to get it all in right away. She was going to town on my finger up her ass. As I slid. I gazed across the block and watched as another younger women I didn't know take Bart's sword in hand count the blocks. I was not surprised to find that Bart (a white man, by the way) measured twelve and one half inches.Then an older woman was tying a string around mine, measuring its circumference. Carefully marking the string with a black marker, she laid it out on a ruler."Seven and one-eighth inches thick," she announced to the crowd, and a murmur of approval went through the group.She. Finally, she pulled it out, and then slowly pushed it back in, this time gasping loudly as she slid it home, quicker than before. "Oh yes, yes" she said, as she pressed it firmly on the aching bud before running it back down her wetness. This time she pressed it a little more into herself, and rather than pulling it back out she started actually working it in and out of her pussy. I was dizzy with lust as I watched her pussy stretch open for the toy, its first inches buzzing inside of her body.. You have come a long way in the year since I started training you, Roland. You can hold your own against the average swordsman... for a time. Do yourself and me a favor. Train your strength, and practice with a guard. Most guards will be able to give you a good workout," Ellers said, then with a nod he was out the gate, cantering down the long hill to the Frontek Road.Roland sighed. He'd had every intention of practicing his sword work more; but when duke Taft and his lady arrived, his schedule.