Ken," she said, "Is everything OK?" Um, I think so," he said in a rather distant voice."Ken," she said more sharply, then in a lowered voice, "Are you... OK?"He focused on her and realized that through their connection she'd felt his shock and was worried. "Yes," he said in a firmer voice. "Yes, I'm fine. I have an important errand to run though, so I'm going to leave now. I'll call you a little later, OK?" Sir," she said, "what is going on? You have me worried."He grabbed her and kisser her. Haven't you ever fought a woman in Stormcloak armor?" Carthalo asked."Yes, and it was awful. I just... I don't... My mother was killed defending Riverwood from bandits. I was only nine. I just, don't like to see a sword spilling a woman's guts."Carthalo thought about it for a moment, then looked at the two disarmed bandits. One was a Khajit woman, the other a Nord. Both were disarmed, and recognizing the saving grace that the gods had sent them, were putting on their most helpless faces."Then. Our room overlooks the city and the bay. I stand at the window and look out at the lights. Daddy stands behind me and puts his arms over my shoulders. I lean back against him and feel that hardness again, this time pressing into my lower back. He caresses my shoulders and arms, and I think about how wonderful he is.His hands slide lower and cup my breasts. Oh, God! It's like electricity shooting through my body -- or at least from my breasts to my pussy.My knees are weak. "Daddy, I really don't. This act of total surrender, of offering my body to a man for his, and my own, sexual gratification, is part of what drives me even today, its my inner turn-on, making myself available for men to enjoy the ultimate pleasure. A perceptable moan escaped my lips as my head dropped, and by emphasizing my acceptance to mate, raised my buttocks and straightened my legs.Anyone viewing my dispostion side on could cleary see here was a woman ready to mate.His hands rested initially on my hips slowly.