I had not counted on the slaughterfish. Savagely bitten on both legs before I managed to get out of the pool, I retrieved a stick and smashed the two voracious, ugly predators to paste as they tried to attack me even on the shore. I fell to my naked rump in the grass, slumped supine, exhausted. This was not good. Yet, I was still in pain and bleeding, and so I turned to my seldom-used magic to heal myself; at least I did not need anything on my person to be able to cast simple healing spells. As it betided – again, most fortuitously – I was able to orient myself and found I was only a league or so from camp and safety. Even so, as I reflect on this adventure I should admit that I was quite lucky (again); I could have run into the middle of another bandit camp, this time naked and unarmed; been run down by a pack of wolves or a sabrecat; or any number of similar predicaments, few of which would turn out well. Ever more to consider, it would seem, as I had further thoughts about my choice. Although the questions I continued to deflect from my companions were not direct, they were becoming more and more difficult to answer, especially without a blatant lie. “Tell me honestly,” Vilja enquired one day. “What do you think of my cooking?” Although I replied that I quite liked it – which was the truth – she continued, “Then indian why do you refuse every time I offer to cook something for you?” I quickly thought back on the past few weeks, and realised she was probably right. An answer to this would be more problematic without, at best, stretching the truth. “I am just not hungry, I suppose. Or, I have just gotten myself something. Or Lydia did.” I knew my housecarl would not gainsay me; indeed, she avoided looking at me, instead busying herself getting the axe out of her saddlebags and ostensibly going off for firewood. “That’s not it at all,” Vilja remonstrated. “I think… I think you are lying to me, and I don’t know why. There is something… something wrong, I jest know it.” Her cute Nord accent, and something else, thickened her words. I looked up from moving large stones into a circle for the campfire. She stood stiffly, still in her form-fitting leather armour, arms folded, crying; I felt as though I had been kicked in the stomach. “I…” I began feebly, but could not finish. Yet, it seemed I would not have to, as she turned and fled – though it was not long until circumstance forced the truth from me. VIII All is Revealed They were upon us before we realised we were under attack. We had just despatched a cave troll, encountered suddenly as we travelled in the hills along the Darkwater River near Lost Knife Hideout. He knew this game, from his dad. Even though his harsh treatment of my wife was a major turn on, it, nevertheless, still made me a little uncomfortable. Even as June frantically shook her head 'no', Marrek's hand swept forward and the whip slammed against her breasts with a loud THWACK. Editing Reality “I... The wheel was more dragging Linda than she running with it and Alex realized she had to give her break or she might collapse totally. I stare at her wide gaping hole as it relaxes back into shape. “I might be able to find a volunteer.” I closed it behind me, wishing my door had a lock on it. Happily, Friday is a day off, so the pricks at the office were making their own drinks today. “I like her.” Payback later, whore!” At that moment, she decided to play along and not let her friend get the best of her. "Um...um..." the cameraman stammers, but the woman is on him, tearing off his clothes. I hear Eve talking on the phone as I clean up the dishes. She's too little for this but we both want it this is the moment these months have been building up to... I had both in spades. She wanted young handsome and well muscled men and "penis not too long but as thick as possible!" I thought I could fight them off. Tony led me to the middle of the room directly in front indian of the guys. “Fuck me.” Dilip slowly pushed all of his cock in and he placed his hands on Tiffany's shoulders. Two blinks. She rested her head on my shoulder as we took off to home. Towards the end, Master took more time in between lashes in order to drag the beating out for as long as possible. Maybe she just didn’t like another Sentient claiming spots in the maternal bible.” it," his voice was lower, more commanding this time.