The apprentice suppressed another groan as she has left standing in the doorway. At any other time Arran would have found that quite funny, but at the moment her mind was locked in a battle between getting back to her room, or breaking down and rubbing everything that felt really good right now. She started across the room slowly, hobbling along like a zombie. Unconsciously, one of her hands dropped out of her shirt and squirmed its way into the front of her pants, fingers seeking the flooded valley within. As she touched the outer lips of her pussy she staggered, stumbling into one of the other men in the inn.