I’m just the model,” I said, trying hard to sound very serious. We walked back to my brother.“I’ve decided you can stay for now, Dusty. We’l... just see how it goes.”“Thanks, Dad. What can I do to help out?”“Nothing for now. Let’s see how things develop. Are you ready to get back to work, Jana?” The artist had resumed control.“Yes,” I said.“Good. Let’s try some static poses on the platform. I’ll do some full shots and some closer torso shots. We’ll vary the angles and lights to get some abstract. "We were able to discover that her father is a very high ranking figure among the Wood Elves sir." The Guard answered. "Ambrose is expecting a senior Alliance member to arrive in two days to take her back with him. He figured we could make some extra money for those two days."Leena again let out with a sharp intake of breath. "They know that General Vengal is her father." She said.Dan smiled. "Is that so?" He said, "An excellent plan by Mister Ambrose, an excellent plan indeed." He thought so. I could see that this was just the beginning. As her finger tips moved slowly down my face she never lost eye contact until her hand came to rest under my chin. Lifting my head up with her lips parted she kissed me on my lips. I sucked my mother tongue just as gently as I had done with her leaking nipple. Her spittle doing the same to my body as her milk had done. I wanted more of her spittle sliding down my throat. It was like an exotic fruit as I enjoyed. Greg realized that in the entire time he had known her, he could never recall seeing her in anything else.Looking at Greg with an odd expression on her face, she hesitantly replied, "Umm....yes I did, thank you."After a pause, "would you like some breakfast, Greg?" "Yes, that would be fine, Mrs. C," Greg replied, still looking intently at her.As she turned and busied herself at the stove, Greg gathered his thoughts and tried to muster the courage to proceed with his plan, praying a silent.