It was hard not to be smitten There was somethingabout the quiet way she slipped through the rooms, nervously trying tokeep out of everyone's way, tha... he found incredibly endearing. He oftenfound himself watching as she sat with Imogen in the gardens, helpingthe girl with her homework or putting her hair into plaits, marvellingat her gentleness. That she looked like model didn't hurt none, either.It was the night of his Mother's funeral that they'd slept together forthe first time. He'd been. I can feel your walls clench around my fingers, I look up at you and see your hands grasping at the tight I’ve used to tie your hands. Your hair is a hot mess, you have sweat rolling down your forehead. Your eyes are scrunched up whilst your mouth is parted, silent pleas falling from your lips.I give one last bite to your clit as I move my way back up your body, swallowing the incoherent words leaving your mouth in a passionate kiss. I release your hands from the makeshift restraint, they go. .. He'll be fine."Denise suddenly sat and began laughing. "You damn sure talked trashy to him, but to us you won't even use the 'f' word." My mom and dad..." ... Taught you to be a gentleman," Denise finished for him, although that wasn't exactly what he had been going to say.Connie picked up the platter of scrambled eggs. "We need to throw these out and cook some more. They're stone cold."Jeremy reached over to take her hand. "Keep that ice pack on your eye. And we can't afford to throw our. I draw Alys close to me, tucking her hand under my arm. The men look bored as if they don't get much work.I can only hope that they aren't given a chance to do something.Once again I hear Alys whimper, she recognizes something in the room. I follow her gaze to the end of the room where a dais has been set up. The gold inlay on the platform gleams in the heavy candle light. The hardwood platform holds up what looks like a gold painted throne.The thing that gets my attention is the man sitting on.