On your legs, mostly.” Balen quietly revealed.“Why, so I am! Ouch!” Mark chuckled as he carefully set Talia down. “I almost wish you hadn’t ...brought that to my attention. I really hadn’t noticed it much till then! I tell you, my heart is still thumping like galloping hooves on a wooden bridge!”Yalla had hurried over as soon as she’d heard Mark was hurt. “I’m qualified as a Field Healer. Let me have a look.“Ah. Your injuries are small but numerous. Grains of sand, plant matter, and threads from. "Another couple of hits out of that flask and I might let you!" Karen added with a laugh.The Whiskey kicked-in quickly and soon Karen felt warm all over. She still hurt but the pain was significantly dulled. She loved how strong Sean's hands were yet he had a gentle touch as he worked to mend all her cuts and bruises. Finally she saw him looking again at her ankle and knew what was coming next. Sean got a serious look on his face then suggested she look away. Karen closed her eyes and readied. " It is my mother who dissents; she has a clear and penetrating judgment, and does not smile on the proposed union. I cannot account for it, but she seems to entertain some prejudice against the Danglars." Ah," said the count, in a somewhat forced tone, "that may be easily explained; the Comtesse de Morcerf, who is aristocracy and refinement itself, does not relish the idea of being allied by your marriage with one of ignoble birth; that is natural enough." I do not know if that is her reason,". I hadn't had it for such a long time and Natasha being so stubborn didn't help my case. Brielle walked past me, her skirt shifting further away from her thighs before I could see one of her butt cheeks. I felt a wet patch down beyond and couldn't take it any longer. I wanted to fuck that slut machine so hard, my dick would hurt for months as a reminder. I raced towards her, ignoring Natasha's calls for me. I grabbed Brielle's hand and shivered at the smoothness of it. Brielle gasped, clearly.