As he slid inside her, they both moaned in pleasure. He kept telling her how good that wet pussy was and she loved the way his strong, young body look...ed moving over her. The way his chest flexed and his stomach muscles moved as he stroked deep inside her. She tried to touch him everywhere at once, raking her nails over his chest, stomach and arms, anywhere she could reach. He leaned down and pulled her to him as he continued to thrust inside her. They kissed deeply and then he began to suck on. He tossed the cup behind the counter and went into the backroom.Returning with an old crate, he set it heavily down behind the bar."Here's your axe." He carefully laid an old axe on the soft wood of the bar. It was crafted with the image of the moon on its blade and looked cruelly sharp. "Hey, there is some more stuff in this box. Are you interested?" Let's see." I tried to sound more enthusiastic than I was.He whistled from behind the bar. When he straightened, he was holding a large red Helm,. “You know the answer to that too.”“Oh well,” said Linny. “Maybe you’ll want lunch.” Then they left a brooding Faith alone in her stall.By lunchtime, Faith’s stomach was grumbling. She desperately wanted to eat. She was even more desperate for water. She had not even had a sip of water in almost twenty four hours.“Grilled cheese for lunch,” said Cinny. “Want some?”Faith refused to hand over her remaining clothes and the girls turned to leave again. “Wait! Can I at least have some water?”“You can. My dearest boy, I am having a luncheon I would like you to 'perform' at for a few guests. If you are a good and proper boy, I will give you the original and all copies of our evening together. I expect you to be on your best behavior. If you do not wish to join us, tell my chauffeur and he will return you home. Of course, after that he will have to pay a visit to Fleet Street to a publisher friend of mine.Your Mistress, PenelopeRoger had mixed feeling about 'performing' at Miss Penelope's, but.