Someone else must have seen me. But who? Not a word was spoken. The only sounds were the rustling of dead leaves and the crackling of small twigs unde...r his feet. My muscles tensed as his foot steps came closer. I was ready to fight for my freedom. Every fiber in my body was taught like a wound up spring. He stopped a foot from my tree but did not challenge me. What was he waiting fort? The tree was not big enough to hide me completely, even standing sideways. I waited for his next move.Then I. And surprisingly, while the nudity limited the available options for expressiveness for those so (un)attired, the black-tie dress code was almost as constricting on the others. Some of the men changed up the color of their tux, but there was a lot of black out there.Nora and Master walked up to a cluster of two couples they knew and joined in. After the mutual greetings, Nora and Master were drawn into separate conversations, Master with the (clothed) men and Nora with the (nude) women. Nora. There was no way I was going to be able to get them before they got me. I might be able to shoot one of them, but firing an assault rifle with one hand would be difficult in the best of conditions. No, the smart play was to let them get some distance, and try to scoot past them.I wasn't sure where I was, or where I was headed; but what I did know, was that I needed to get the hell away from that village. They would find me, eventually, if I didn't high tail it. I lay there for a long ten. While going toward his car, he told me that I looked cute. I blushed and said, “Thanks. You look hot too.” We sat in his car, and I noticed that he had a hard-on.I asked him, “Your soldier is up. Are you horny ?” He said, “A cute guy like you is sitting beside me. How I will not get horny!” I just blushed and laughed. With some courage, I kept my hand on his thigh. He looked at me, supersizing. He said, “Someone is being naughty.”I started rubbing his thighs and lightly touching his dick. He.