He was too excited to stop, though. She suspected Shockley was one of those closet fags and she feared maybe he had managed to convince Diamander to go home with him and suck some cock. Kivan began to run. The girl smith smiled again as if she just had a brilliant idea. She ‘accidentally’ crushed her tits hard against him. She walked more than two hundred feet further down the hall before she came upon a dead end alcove. It was soft and wet and yielding in there. The stretched skin was silky smooth. She seemed to study the scratching in the dirt as if it could tell her something. It seemed that she had been too confident that she would remember the way to the location of the hideout that was known by certain privileged people-in-the-know as “Crow’s Resting Place”. She must really, really like me, he concluded. “I am to be taught to be a Squire.” Kivan answered, puzzled why his business, such as it was, was so important to an august Druid.
