There was no reaction from her side. But she had stopped crying. I with some courage grabbed her waist. There was still no reaction from her. She just...slightly said- Ki korchen?(What are doing?)But her voice was getting heavier. Her voice gave me the signal that I needed. So I just pulled her closed to me and I started kissing her neck.Umm… She smelt quite nice. And she didn’t try to stop me just said- Ki korchen? Emon koren na pls.(What are you doing? Please don’t do like this.)But from her. Butchers, and vegetable growers, fishermen, wool shearers, blacksmiths, carpenters, and bakers were all out in the town square selling their products. I directed my horse to the only hotel, which was rite next to a building called La Diomante, which means The Diamond. There was a foul looking woman sitting on the porch smoking, she was wearing too much make up and her dress looked old and tattered. Her bosom was spilling over her corset top, and she showed her bare legs with no shame. I turned. .. don’t apologize ... it was intimate ... and ... you know ... really nice.”Little smiles broke across our faces. “So, Geoffrey,” I said while looking seriously into her eyes.“Mind his safewords, of course...”“Of course ... that goes without saying...”“Use him and break him, understood?”A devious smile broke across my face. “Yes, Ma’am.”I was exhausted when I got home Sunday night. The long, intense session with Edith had really taken its toll on me physically. Chris was already asleep, and I. I loved it and asked him if I could share. Thank you (kisses)!I take your hand and feel you tremble just a little as you meet me at my hotel room door. We walk in; you look around nervously. You pause before we reach the bed anxiously. I turn to face you and I smile silently. My fingertips touch your hair, your face, your lips, softly touching you. You see the rope on my bed and look at me nervously. I smile again and silently point out a flower and feather. I pull you closer to me, my.