“And you will stake the future of the Convent upon it?” I asked. Indian sex “Oh just do it!” she sighed and she lofted her skirts to her chin. I held her even as my member shrank. “Your parts moistened at my touch,” I explained, “Maybe it was an unconscious desire, a subliminal reaction to any man’s predations, or maybe it was my persona which gave rise to it.”
“I have had no other touch me, how can I know?” she asked earnestly. “Of course if either of us fornicate with another before sundown it is anulled,” I taunted, “But then we will have to have the blacksmith brand you as a whore.”
I fastened my breeches, she smoothed down her robe. “And you will stake the future of the Convent upon it?” I
