About thirty yards down the shore against the cave wall were some stacked hay bales with a target pinned to them.Remus strung one of the bows and took... an arrow from the quiver. “Have you ever shot an arrow before, Jess?”“Well, yeah, as a kid, but never seriously, and it was just a little bitty thing. I never shot it with the intention of killing anything. I’ll definitely need some lessons?”“We’ll see.”He nocked the arrow, lifted the bow and pulled at the same time, loosing it without the. "I'm going to run a bath," I whispered softly, so she'd know where I was going and that I'd be right back, and she murmured acknowledgement. I went to the bathroom and started the tub filling, then returned to her. I released her from the straps and cuffs, and unlaced the hand-boards. I pushed as much of the wax as I could from one side of the bed onto the floor and picked her up, carrying her to the bathroom.Gently I placed her in the bathtub. Her limbs were loose and her head lolled from. I was also in the jock crowd, but as in all things there are hierarchies. In football the top level were the quarterbacks and running backs. The second level are the receivers and kickers (if they were any good) and the bottom level were the grunts who fought it out in the trenches. That was me. Right guard. Amber ran with the top tier. She was going steady with the starting quarterbackI doubted that Amber and I would ever get together, but I guess that the Fates decided to play games with us.. "James, I’m not gay" "Neither am I" He winked at me He was sitting on the edge of a chair in the bathroom, smiling and wanking. I could see his hard cock, his balls, his glistening body. He was naked, and aroused and drunk. I was drunk, as good as naked, drunk, and he expected me to give him head. "I won’t look. Just kneel between my legs, and go when you want to" He definitely wanted it. I knelt down in front of him, inches from his cock. He had stopped wanking now, just leaving his hard dick.