His lips softly caressed every inch of my skin. He stopped at my navel and swirled his tongue inside of it. Then he pressed forward and drove his tong...e as far in my navel as he could, and then gently licked it. I knew it was a prelude of what he was going to do to my pussy. I came again.“Now, don’t move your hands,” he whispered as he slid my skirt off of me.I lay there now in front of this man I barely knew in just my soaking wet panties. I couldn’t stop my body from trembling. The. No man sought her hand, though many still sought her body. She had rebuffed them all. Though she ached for pleasure, she would give herself to no man who would not relieve her father of the burden she had become.Her heart heavy – as always – she made her way into the rising heat and the stream of laborers who ogled her with unabashed lust, on her way to her toil, baking bread.It was near to the time of high sun when the women of the bakery glanced at each other, wondering at the nervous. " Jeff tried."Bullshit, Husband. Whose ship is that out there? Whose team rescued her? Whose home is this?" Before Jeff could even get a word in, she went on, "Besides, Charlotte couldn't keep her eyes off you while we were eating, and she blushed every time she looked at you on Ship. She even blushed again just as she walked through this door," she finished, motioning to the door where they stood talking."But I don't need..." Then I suggest you kill that bastard before he sends someone else. We said our goodbyes as he made reservations at Iris down Thistle Lane and decided we should meet there at 8pm. Which gave me four hours to get my act together, I drove home and started ransacking my wardrobe to see what to wear, and this decision was pretty easy since I already knew how he felt about me. I picked out a tight black pencil skirt, a red silk corset top with little puff sleeves, matching red silk stilettos and underwear with black seamed stockings. I wore my hair down but curly.