“Of course, John. Two sets of eyes are better than one,” she cheerfully agreed.The library was huge and disorderly in the sense that there had bee... no attempt to order anything systematically, either by date or subject.Nor were we helped by the staff of scribes running the place, who either ignored us or misdirected us maliciously.“I think I’ll suggest to the Queen that a new regime is required down here,” I mused loudly.“Their posts are hereditary, John,” Serice replied in as loud a voice.“Not. It's such a horrid idea!" But you still make love to Binta, don't you? Like I did for so many years. Loving her. And she loving you, I suppose. I so hoped that she would stay faithful. I so wanted her to love me forever. To be there when I finish my sentence." She says she still loves you," Ana protested."So much so that she will also love you!" Mezyana sighed bitterly. She smiled bravely at Ana. "Well, it's not your fault. Binta isn't the sort of girl who'd be content to wait. She always. The ten years age gap made all the difference between a perfect, blemishless body like hers and the first signs of aging that showed on mine. There was only adoration in her eyes, though, and I quickly unfastened my expensive lace bra and threw it onto the dress. “Do you know what one does with a bad kitty,” I asked her, my voice too breathless and fast, but it was all I could manage. I slid my soaked panties down my thighs, and a naughty addition to my plan occurred to me. ‘Would she…?’ My. She works as a waiter at a local restaurant and before that she worked at a hotel as a maid. As I listened to her talk I could imagine her in a tight maids outfit and her walking around with a short and tight waiters uniform. For some reason me and her kept looking at each other by chance once we caught each other off guard and we starred into each others eyes she started to blush which made me blush and since then we stood a lot closer than when we first meet that morning. She had invited me.