But a child just told me that her mother mines dungeons so worshipers don’t have to.”“You want a whitesmith as a party member. That would bankru...t us ... Actually, we already are. The cost of replacing our broken weapons and paying for training have emptied our pockets. We rely on Madam Grace for everything now.”Axel trusted Grace much more than he had when they first met, but relying on the woman to such an extent still rankled his feathers. A woman would lose respect for a man who relied on. "And if you know what’s good for you, she’ll keep on believing that." Of course," Helen hastily relented, the closeness of the girl’s nude body and her forceful behavior seeping away all thought, "I’m sorry."Jen’s gaze lingered on Helen’s face a little longer, but she seemed satisfied and let go of her chin."Eight o’clock," Lisa reminded her, "and don’t wear anything. Don’t be late, or you’ll have to pay a forfeit. Don’t clean yourself up, I want you like you are now. And don’t diddle yourself.. Closer, closer, tracing along her inner thigh until the tip of my tongue grazed her warm folds.“Mmm, English…” she purred, “good morning…”Breeched, it spilled forth, the bittersweet confection of desire. Fidgety hips settled into lazy circles motivated by soft kisses and a mischievous tongue. The accretion of liquid arousal, her sighs capped with a whimper: my actions the epitome of patience.Her naked body doused in rays of muted light. It leeched through damask curtains and glistened over. She scooches back, stealing a glance at the crisp popping, burning wood inside the fireplace. Robert is on top of her, kissing her. His hands caress her lithe body, pinching her nipples, feeling her softness. He takes her leg from behind the knee and pulls it up, opening her to him. Their breath is heavy as their eye meets.“Are you ready?” he questions her.“Always,” the girl whispers back.The man slowly guides himself into her. Cynthia’s eyes close as she takes in the moment. “Look at me,” he.