She seemed to carry her anger for the next few days. Then she came home with a 'tramp stamp' across her lower back. It was a native rose and looked sp...ctacular. I told her that I liked it. She looked at me as if I had two heads."What, you mean I have your permission to have another tattoo? Like I would wait for you to approve anyway." Mary, no, I really like it. Why are you making this an argument? Can't I even like your tattoos now?"She ignored me and the heat level in the house dropped. She blushed. She also began to say that this was her first time doing such awful things and that I was her second man in her life (that shit really turned me on, again). I unbuckled my seatbelt and my right hand began to touch her legs and went up to her panty and began rubbing her clitoris and kissing her neck. She was turned on and with my fingers moved the thong and start rubbing directly her clit and then fingered fucked her while she was driving. Her moans where incredible... she was horny. ‘I have to admit that I find her attraction to our rather…plump diplomat to be somewhat confusing as well.’ He allowed himself a little chuckle. ‘Still, you know what they say about power being an aphrodisiac.’ His hand brushed against her arm. Svetlana felt a chill run down her spine. ‘I don’t mean that,’ She barely whispered as she looked up at him. ‘I mean, what’s a representative from Hong Kong doing here?’ ‘The Chinese requested her apparently — something to do with trying to secure some. “There are legends in the south, that say the dragon must reward those who face her and complete a test she assigns. We have done this, and returned. Wh—en”“Sygraid, Sygraid! Why are you telling us this fantasy?” Tygus said in exaggerated disappointment.“Would you like to see proof?” She asked icily.“Sure, show us your ‘proof’, and it better not be your pretty new shield.” Tygus invited.Sygraid switched her spear to her shield hand and shot an icicle-dart across the table. It shattered against.