After the cut was cleaned Dakkoth turned to another cabinet and removed a bowl and some herbs which he mashed into a paste and then spread over the st...itching, so as to help the wound heal faster, and with a little bit of luck, leave no scar. He made sure that she was resting comfortably and then grabbed his battle gear and rushed out the door to get to his fight. Dakkoth’s mind was in utter turmoil as he walked to his fight. Never, in all the years that he had been here had he ever stopped to. I had a cloak at home that would go perfectly with this outfit. I had just two more stores to hit before going home. I headed for the mall and a store called Cutlery Works. They carried knives, swords and everything that goes with them. I had been looking at a sword and dagger set for a few weeks to add to my collection. Now I was going to get it, it was the perfect touch to my costume. The blade was long, belted on at my waist the tip was at my ankle, and about 2 ½ to 3 inches. He paced quietly in front of the room for a few moments. “Too much thinking and not enough feel. We need to work your other senses. Please remove your shirt.” Steph was startled. “Excuse me?” Marco came in closer and looked deeply into her eyes. He took her hands in his. “Please remove your shirt.” Steph was dumbfounded yet unbelievably aroused. Only now did she notice how wet she had become. “Yes, sir.” She stood and faced her fellow pupils and lifted her shirt up and over her head. Rebekka thrust out to meet my hand, putting her own hands on my head to steady herself. I searched lower, finding a tiny triangle of fabric that led my fingers deeper between her upper thighs. I moved my fingertips in small circles and Rebekka let out a long low moan of pleasure and approval. The narrow scrap of fabric barely covered her pussy lips and the exposed flesh either side was warm, smooth and deliciously swollen. I teased and explored every part of Rebekka’s aroused pussy, acutely.