I have an address and a time to be there. When I arrive, I go up to our room, knowing that you are in the bar waiting for me. I think that I will prob...bly have a couple of bags with me, one with all my outfits, underwear and shoes in, and another one that just has my stuff in. The first thing that I would do, would be to have a look round and unpack my bags. I would take out the six inch platform stilettos and the thigh boots. The pink thigh boots that go with one outfit and the white ones that. And it’s on the lake. There are a ton of...” Simon paused. “This isn’t entirely a speculative question. Is it?”Nick gave a faint shake of his head and raised his voice so that everyone in the sun room could hear him. “While we’re stuck inside by the rain, there’s something I’d like to talk about.”Because Nick had asked everyone to let him get through the whole pitch before commenting, Arwen listened respectfully to the whole hare-brained scheme to save Brownfield Mills from itself before. I let myself go as I continue to fuck my beloved chair. My moans and growls clearly audible to the men in my audience. In my pleasure I hear from behind me a single ‘yes’. With tiny beads of sweat collecting between my heaving breasts, I turn and face my men to see that many of them are in various stages of undress. Those who aren’t are very close. No man is un-aroused. One is even giving another head. With that sight, I clear my throat, brush the hair out of my face and slide to the foot end. Then the night of the new moon occurred and instead of the usual three visitors, Clarice had four. The common concubines were there in the corners of the room wearing their red see-through gowns and chanting their mantra “The Master cometh” The raven-haired lady was there too, standing beside her bed as usual beseeching Clarice to go to the Master in the Chamber below, for he waited to receive her into his service in return for untold pleasure, power, and immortality. The fourth visitor.