Richard’s mood changed for the better with every turn they made. When the music finally stopped, Ellen remained in his arms for a brief moment and p...essed her head against his chest. Richard’s mouth became dry.“Shall we have some fresh air, Richard?” she asked.“Of course,” he said dropping his arms and releasing her.“You should offer me your arm, Richard,” she said softly and he complied in a daze.They walked through the doors, over the terrace, and the few steps down into the garden.“I liked. There was this strip of exposed flesh, my stomach on display. “This is—”“How’s it going in there?” Daddy asked. “I bet you look pretty.”“It’s going ... fine,” I said, my voice tight. My heart fluttered faster and faster. My breathing quickened. My cheeks burned, spotted with dusky freckles.“I’m eager to see how beautiful you are,” he said.Beautiful? I wanted to be beautiful.I trembled, my stomach writhing and squirming. I grabbed the doorknob. My chest felt so tight. I opened the door and. My breathing is so heavy and raspy as I fight to get air into my lungs between groans. I can feel it. I can feel that orgasm building from deep within. There is so much energy stored in this body that he owns so artfully. His fingers find one steady rhythm as my body lifts from the bed as much as it can. I tense and start to feel that familiar rush of heat and sensation run through my body as the orgasm takes hold. “Relax!” He shouts. I have no idea how I manage it. I take one deep breath. These have to be self sufficient and so they grow enough food for their own use but sometimes have enough for other villages.Trade between villages is restricted to the central market place near the Mage's castle. Each Mage acting as a Baron would do on Earth during medieval times.During these Market Days the goods would be brought in by horse and cart (the name horse is an equivalent term for the beast) and every village would be known for the product they sold, some dealt with vegetables,.