I look at her, hey blue eyes accented with eye shadow and her make up well done her long blonde hair curled recently clearly trying to make herself be...st suited for this role. "Holy shit you are hot" I say and she smiles "good, i want this to be all about you"I escort her upstairs and she goes right to my room, now knowing where to go after being filled up with my cum two weeks prior. My heart is now racing so fast, I cant believe what is about to occur. "How should we do this?" she asks. "first. He stroked twice, finding without error the spot that made every woman scream, then abandoned it to join her own elegantly small finger in the abyss above. Together they widened her, moving in and out in diverging thrusts, she penetrating herself carefully, he pounding in his long finger harshly. With a move she was not expecting, her lover shoved his dick into her more than ready cunt. She cried out as she was filled, their combined fingers and his thick cock making a pressure that far. But before she bathed her body in a stream or even in the castle's filthy moat, in which faeces floated amongst the corpses of the brave defenders of the Baron of Flint's demesne, she had more pressing duty to attend. And this was to give her praise to the Lord God for sparing her from the gruesome slaughter that had delivered every man, woman and child within the castle walls to a premature encounter with their maker. She hoped only that their souls would be spared the pains of eternal. There was not much in the town to do so they went into a bar called the Dewey Inn for a drink and talk to some of the town folks. Dewey Inn was a small bar, the entrance to the bar had French doors that swung both ways. Inside the walls were made of knotty pine that shined like the sun on a sunny day. The bar was in the shape of a U placed in the middle of the room, with red padded bar stools circling around to bar for guest to relax. On the wall behind the bar was a mirror showing reflection.