‘Altaïr has been tasked with delivering me, his Templar hostage, to Masyaf. We ride on horseback through empty countryside, with me at the front of the saddle. Feeling his chest pressed so close to my back, and his arm firmly around my waist arouses me; and I gently guide his hand to the heat between my legs. Sensing what I want him to do, Altaïr reaches beneath my clothes and fondles my breasts and pussy, and I’m moaning and writhing in delight, no longer feeling like I’m being held prisoner.’