Ailene heard Isobel cum in the next room, Frang grunting along with her. He really needed to have a sturdier house. Ailene hoped her coupling with Stuart wasn't as obvious as this was. At least someone was having sex, even if it wasn't her.

She got up and washed, donning her fencing clothes. It was going to be tough training from here on out. Frang told her he expected her to be able to successfully beat Stuart with swords in a month. Ailene spent an hour last night squeezing her seed bags, trying to strengthen her hands and wrists. Her palms were still painful from the blisters she'd popped yesterday,...