She once again found herself at the mercy of a stranger, her guildmates and of course those naughty teasing spirits that were always toying with her. She continued to stand near the book case, facing the room as her spirits tortured her with such an exquisite wonderful horrible candle dry fuck. The candle continued it's slow agonizing rubbing against the front of her dress' loin cloth portion, causing it to soak up those steady large droplets of liquid lust as they escaped from swollen petals.<br/><br/>Those lust glazed greens watched Roland as he stood and walked over to that table. A table that seemed such a long distance away, all she wanted to do was continue to stand here while the candle would finally slowly slide itself within her hungry pussy. But she knew her spirits would never do that, not in public, no they always delighted in bringing her to the edge of orgasmic release before leaving her to figure out how to acquire some satisfaction. The candle had cease moving as soon as Roland came to stand beside the table.<br/><br/>That wobbling first step caused a spark of pleasure to shoot through her body, not enough to cause a mini-orgasm, but to make her pleasure craving body want to take another step. The candle stayed pressed against her crotch through the front of her dress' skirt, each step causing the soft silk clad wax rod to shift against her southern lips so deliciously. Her legs felt like jello as shapely thighs trembled while knees wobbled, it took her several minutes to even reach the middle of the room. She just finished that second to last step when the candle suddenly slid quickly downward to float between her legs. Her hands tightened their grips, the wine glass seemed to be in danger while that lock of wayward hair was being pressed between the sides of her index and middle fingers rather forcefully as they had paused in their idle twilrling.<br/><br/>She had almost achieved a mini-climax, a single wave of pleasure that would've offered some relief. A shaking hand reached out for Roland to take the wine glass before she would try her final step to bring her beside the table. The spirits' timing was perfect, just as that long right leg lifted off the ground, the candle was felt nudging firmly against lust engorged petals before almost instantly being fully thrust between them. She would fall forward, catching herself with outstretched arms as hands pressed flat upon the table's polished surface.<strong>"Unnnnnggggggghhhhhh!"</strong>A single wave of orgasmic delight washed through her body in a visible shudder that caused the candle to be bathed briefly in her feminine cream as she stood bent over the table.<br/><br/>A long whimpering moan was released from her northern lips as the candle slowly removed itself from those tight yearning folds. It would reappear from beneath her skirt to nestle itself firmly lengthwise against those skirt clad plump southern cheeks. A viewer from another world and another time might remark that the candle reminded them of a hotdog settled within it's bun. The candle began short slide sawing motions forward and back against those perky cheeks through the back of her dress' skirt which caused those curved hips to wriggle, squirm and shake lewdly. That sweet pussy was left so so very lonely as it cried for stimulation, begged for penetration, droplet after frequent droplet of liquid lust splashing against the floor.