http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13753<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h289/masta_loki/314278.jpg)</div></div><br/><br/>With a sigh that was equal parts exasperation and satisfaction, I took off my mask and sword placing the both of them in the magical pouch at my hip assured that I was far enough from prying eyes to stash my disguise. As thrilling as the escape was, I was still feeling the ache in my balls after being deprived the chance to release his seed into the baroness' tight ass.  I took a moment to consider where I was and how far I had to travel to find another quality piece of tail.<br/><br/><strong>"Five days?! Son of a bitch, that is far too long to have to endure blue balls."</strong>Continuing to mumble my displeasure under my breath, I goaded my commandeered steed into a quick gallop towards Gravyn hoping to cut a little time out of the trip. As much as I like bringing mischief to new towns, the journey between them was always the worst. Without women to seduce, saps to take advantage of, or people to duel, there was little to hold my interest.  Maybe I would get lucky and an opportunity for entertainment would present itself along the way.