Frankie’s though was to be taken roughly while she was walking home.Frankie was due to go out with the girls again on Friday night so Ian suggested ...he would meet her but wouldn’t tell her where he would be.They had agreed she would text him ½ hr before she was leaving the last pub and to walk home, they agreed the route she would take and he assured her she wouldn’t be walking far before he found her.Frankie dressed with trepidation not knowing really what Ian had in mind, she chose to wear her. To be able to taste your scent in the air as you guide your stiletto heels out of your evening dress, leaving a crumpled heap of ink-blue satin on the pristine carpet, would ignite a fire within my chest. To watch you perch on the corner of the bed, your eyes fixed on mine, your hands firmly running over your flushed flesh, your breasts nestled in decadent lingerie, the matching panties drawn to one side to reveal a neat patch of hair adorning perfectly plump lips, would be my heaven. To be. I started fantasizing about him on top of me pinning my wrists and choking me, I wanted him to do whatever he wanted to me. I pushed away from him, I couldn’t wait anymore. I slowly unzipped and started to pull down his pants, barely letting my hands brush his cock. Derek pushed his pants and boxers the rest of the way off, he was getting restless. I wasn’t finished teasing him though. I looked up at him before I moved down towards his cock. Kissing all around his dick I started to massage his. Maybe she thought we had forgotten the plan.The horses wavered. The air danced around them, distorting the four mounts, then they vanished. I sniffed the air. Even their scent was hidden. I nodded my head, impressed by the skill of her magic. Faoril herself gave a self-satisfied nod and turned around.“Okay, let's find the entrance,” Angela said. “I wager it's beneath the central keep.”“That makes a logical sense,” I agreed.“It should be pretty big, correct?” asked Thrak. “I remember from my.