Tabhi thordi der Vishal ka phone mere paas aya aur wo bola ki Ghar par aja chudai ka khel khelna hai. Ye sunte hi mano main kab khushi se pagal ho gya... mujhe pta hi nhi chala aur fir uske bad maine apni bike uthai aur chal diya. Main jab Uske Ghar pahoncha toh maine dekha ki Vishal juice bna rha tha aur andar khushi sirf nighty me thi aur mujhe dekh kar mujhe baho me lene ko keh rhi thi.Main toh usko aise dekh kar pagal hi ho gya. Fir tabhi 5 minute bad vishal juice le kar aya aur fir uske bad. It was night now, and the yellow flames of the whale-oil lamps did not do much to illuminate the darkness, but I could see that she was wearing a colored (blue, perhaps?) coat now, instead of the white slave robes I had seen her in the last time, and that a hood covered her thieves' cross."Why did you return, slave?" I asked. Why did I add the 'slave', now? She flinched."I am your slave?" Her voice was incredulous."Yes," I breathed deeply."Who are you?" She uttered the words in staccato,. I never gave it another thought as I headed off.After plenty more drinking I was dancing and flirting more. On a slow dance I even let a guy caress my arse as well as a little snog at the end. It was starting to get late and I was quiet the worse for wear. I then noticed Tim at the bar and wondered how long he had been there? Had he seen me in full action? He came straight over and insisted in walking me home. I didnt object and got my coat. We went a differnt way to usual and he started asking. He was showering her face and neck with kisses and nibbles, his hands everywhere on her deliciously tight body. Isabella's body became flush with heat, and she could feel a tightening deep in her belly that she had never experienced before. Without thinking she dropped her hand between her thighs, pushing the soldier away from her, the sloppy sound as he left her pussy lost in the moment. Isabella grasped the small ruby piercing in her own clit and began to massage it against her pelvic.