. I ... I mean no...” Clara sneered triumphantly, her cunt tingling at the thought of seeing him learn to enjoy the strict obedience he was now doom...ed to.“Oh come come Clark, I know you’re divorced, and with your daughter now away at college, you’ve plenty of time for masturbation ... do the Betty Page types do it for you too ... especially the whip poses?” He struggled to come to terms with a mature woman asking him such directly intimate questions, but the whole situation was so surreal, and. Her heavy breaths were lifting Niraj’s mood.He could see her shiny low neck and cleavage that was getting prominent due to heavy breathing. Niraj ultimately just pulled Monika over backward and made her fall on the bed that was made of raw, dry grass. He then just came over Monika and crushed her lips with his.The resistance had mellowed down. They both kissed deeper and deeper. Niraj was already hard and poking his tool onto Monika. He removed his t-shirt and threw it away as things were. Instead, I simply shrugged, and pointed out that he was sure as fuck not going to be sleeping with me, and that, he’d better be using El Diablo’s baño if, and when, he needed to take a piss. Oh, if only he’d been ugly. In my defense, the nights did get cold, and it had been a while since I’d shacked up with a regular guy, and dammit, Red was fucking hot in a kind of rough and tumble way. Just the right amount of tats and a couple of scars that kind of added to his appeal. Yeah, I know. The. As far as you can see, you're the only one left. Playing dead in the blood-soaked soil managed to fool your attackers, but it won't be long before you're spotted in the open field. You either die by martial law for deserting or by fighting in a hopeless war, and you definitely can't run as fast with a useless chunk of iron weighing you down."Whoever holds a mace, I'll break your fucking arms!" a man shouts, "The armor is broken! The swords are broken! We can't use this shit, you.