"He said he'd be fine ... though you might have to carry him to the carriage."Daniel smiled widely. "Carry him yourself, Half-Angel. I know you can."-...aniel-The look on her face was priceless. Her silver eyes widened in shock before rapidly narrowing into cold suspicion.She opened her mouth and gasped. A small wheeze escaped her throat, like the rattle of a dying man, but nothing more.I raised a brow. "Trying to lie to me will be quite difficult, Aethling," I said soothingly. "I don't mean you. My guess about Aaron needing relief was confirmed by the contented sigh he made as he entered my friend’s body. For her part, Samantha made an equally contented sigh. Suddenly I realized I was too hot once again like I had been with the sheets. However, unlike my decision to stay under the sheets to avoid Aaron looking at me, this time I decided to take my nightgown off. Even now, I can’t give a good explanation for why I decided to do this. I just seemed to have too many clothes on if Samantha. "She sipped it gingerly and grimaced. "It's a bit sharp," she said, "but," as the after taste hit her, "it's lovely and fruity. Watch it, Uncle Steven, I could get hooked on this." Don't worry, little one," he smiled. "You won't get it very often and even then I'll ration you." Spoilsport," she teased.Steven could not help himself. He gathered her in his arms and kissed her nose."You are a very special girl," he said. "I'm so glad I found you." So am I."Her eyes spoke love and Steven winced. Head bowed. "You may now continue to lick my boots, slave." He slowly moves toward her, like a scared little puppy, and begins to lick them. He starts at the ankle and works his way up. She sighs barely able to contain her enjoyment. He continues the painfully erotic act until he reaches her inside thigh. He can smell her scent and it seems to be calling is name. He moans, wanting to please his Mistress, as she is pleasuring him. He begs "Mistress may I taste you?" "You may, if you pant like.