"Why not just let us go," Betty reiterated."No," he blurted. "Not just yet, anyway." And why not?" Valerie insisted."Wel... well, I'd like to learn mo...re about your people," he finally admitted to his curiosity. "If you don't mind."Betty and Valerie looked at each other and smiled at the innocent request of Glivard."Okay!" Betty told him. "What do you want to know?"Glivard was pleased that he was about to get first hand information from the Little People themselves. Something very few of his own. Opening it to page one, he began reading. After about half an hour, he closed the book, drained the last of the wine from his glass, and went indoors. Putting the book back on the table, he went into the kitchen, and washed all the dishes from the evening’s meal. Then he turned off the light, and went up to bed. The last glass of wine had an effect on him, and he fell asleep almost immediately, but it was fitfull, and he had lots of dreams. About an hour later, George woke up pissed. Not at. No doubt adjourning to their rooms and homes to rut, Vilmar silently sneered. He twisted his ring and let the magic wrap around him. A peek through the cracked door revealed that the hall was empty, and so he swiftly slipped out.The stairs were likewise devoid of traffic, and thankfully well constructed. The soft-soled shoes that now replaced his sandals made no sound as he carefully worked his way down to the common room floor.His plan proved a sound and easy one. The drunken patrons provided. After all we are going to be intimate,” he says with a soft smile when he pulls her toward him until she is resting on his lap.Ursula isn’t sure how she has gone from standing in front of the man to suddenly straddling his lap, but when she feels his cock start to harden against her, the girl isn’t complaining. “Do you like what you see?” she asks, wiggling about on his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck.Dave grasps her hips and holds her tight against his lengthening member while.