“Are you for real?” she asked, before she’d had time to regain her senses. “A hundred pounds for what?”Mr Smith smiled. “For whatever you ...feel comfortable with.”“What if I don’t feel comfortable with anything?”The stranger regarded her as if she was merely playing hard to get. “Let’s try this again,” he said. “How much would it cost me to fondle your breasts?”She could feel her jaw drop. “Nothing,” she said.“You’d let me do it for free?” That wasn’t what she’d meant to say. What she’d meant to. She still wouldn’t talk, walking briskly away when I tried to catch her in the woods after morning ablutions; I couldn’t exactly chase her down, given the horrible, unexpected pain in my legs and hips. I’d underestimated how much riding would hurt, and I hobbled around the camp pitifully like an eighty-year-old. Everyone else was only somewhat stiff; I thought I’d cry if I had to get on another horse.Zevran handed me one of the small healing potions he’d brought, anticipating my need, and I. He got out his very hard cock, ordering Bob, “You have to do something for me. Suck it.” Bob was amazed at how fast this was going. While they had been talking, Mike asked if he would let a guy come in his mouth. And if so, what would he do, spit it out or swallow.Bob had told him, quite confidently and definitely, he was a swallower. Mike liked the idea of that and thought to himself that he would give Bob something to swallow. Bob just did what he was told, knelt down and sucked like mad. He. ‘No, no, nothing like that,’ she replied, looking down as if in shame. ‘Oh, James, I don’t know if I can tell you.’ I was already late in and I had a feeling this would be a busy day, so I wanted none of this beating about the bush. I remembered my theory that a direct order never fails and said she must tell me, whatever it was. She complied at once, speaking in a low but clear voice. ‘When I left you Friday I went home like you told me. I went to bed early saying I had a headache because I.