Unless I was attending my master I was to remain in the servant's section, below ground, or within his quarters (the man's insinuation by that was obv...ous). I was not to enter the gardens, any of the public areas on the first or second floors, or use the front entrance to the palace. I was to curtsy and not meet the eyes of any noble who passed and follow any instructions given me by any noble or palace servant that did not contradict my duties to Anarion.I hated it. The food was passable, but. I always get so caught up in the "fantasy" part of the fantasy that I don't think about the mundane things, like how we get there. So you're going to have to bear with me, okay?"The place it starts, in my mind, is with us sitting on a bed. It's not my bed - we're in a hotel, someplace nice. Maybe like that place you stayed in, the first time we met. We kiss, gently, and I put my hands on the sides of your face, holding you close to me. As the kiss intensifies, I feel your tongue graze my lips,. He spread her slightly and leaned forward. His tongue was warm and wet on her sphincter. A soft ‘oo’ escaped her lips as his mouth wrapped around her and sucked slightly. What he lacked in technique he certainly made up for with enthusiasm. “That’s it,” she growled, “get it good and wet.” She licked her palm so that it was good and wet when she reached down and stroked his cock. When she felt they were both wet enough she told him to scoot forward slightly on the chair. “Guide it in,”. Whisky doesn’t buy itself though and without I can’t do this job.Today was different though. It started just after 11 when my secretary brought a Mr Maroney. “What can I do for you Mr Maroney?” I asked. “I need you to find my wife” he replied “She’s been gone for a week, very unusual for her”This is a common story and usually the answer is she’s a woman’s shelter because she “fell down the stairs” one to many times. Or she’s been dumped somewhere for some poor bastard to find. “Problems at.