They managed to commandeer a golf buggy to drive back to the hotel. Frank helped Jake undress and shoved him in the shower to get all the muck out of ...his various orifices.Once clean and able to breathe freely again, Jake felt much better and thanked Frank very much for his assistance. It was the way Frank said okay and the appraising looks as he said it that gave Jake a vital clue.Dressed in only a bath towel, Jake approached Frank who was sat on the bed, and, without thinking too much, grasped. Here, they met the other mercenaries who had already joined the ranks. There were one thousand armed men present, with scores of auxiliaries, like blacksmiths, traders, whores, and beggars who would do whatever chores were asked of them.An empty storage house for codfish was assigned to them, and they made themselves comfortable as best they could. Food was free and ample, part of the costs the city had agreed to bear. They also received payment once a week, and Gernot warned Joerg not to spend. However, when after the hour he stood and turned, his eyes were drawn instantly to her legs, where they joined and pretty covering of her womanhood. He held out his hands to her and helped her up, but then, before she could straighten her dress, his hands were pulling down that flimsy covering to her knees and sweeping up to cup her damp naked sex and press his palm against her.She threw her head back, groaning at his passion for her, and her fingers pushed through his hair, opening her whole. I leaned over and kissed her. I felt my cock stirring again. I had never felt this sort of passion with a female. After a fuck or two I was drained of enthusiasm but with Chelsea it took very little to become re-energized. "Are you happt?" she asked. "Beyond words. Absolutely happy," I responded and held her tiny penis in my hands. She prefered to call it her big clit and her asshole was her cunt. She wanted to absolve herself of all masculine terms regarding her body. Even her nipples were.