With utter disregard, she was tossed onto her own bed. Never had she fucked someone else on her own bed; That was reserved for the intimacy of her hus...and.The other man returned carrying a large black bag. He fumbled around in the bag and produced a knife, and several coils of rope. The items were tossed to two of the others. Swiftly they began to tie her wrists, stretch them out, and fastening them to the upper most corners of her headboard. One man sat on her ankles, wrapping rope around each. Lara was only half asleep, stirring even as I opened the door.“Hey, you want breakfast?” I called.She yawned and grunted. It sounded like a negative. Then the aroma of food reached her.“Mmm. That smells damn good. Maybe I will after all.”The skiers’ breakfast turned into a family affair, despite the early hour. Lara looked a bit drained, but not unhappy at having chosen to rise. It was a temporary discomfort, though, since she returned to the sack after finishing her meal. As dishes started. They ordered iced tea and then extravagant meals, with lots of appetizers. As the food arrived, they began eating ravenously, offering bites of food to each other. Doug sat beside Betsy, their thighs touching, her warmth seeping through his Dockers and making his skin tingle. She offered him a bite of her cheese stick, her fingers innocently brushing his chin, making the skin burn from the contact. While they ate, the girls chatted happily about the purchases and what they still needed. Doug. ”“And yet you are not wed,” Choran stated.“With battle looming, Jonathan suggested that we wait,” Elena continued. “He did not want me to become a widow only shortly after we married and he knew that was possible. It is a long trek to Wellington and no one knew what the king would find there.”“And what are your feelings now that you see what being a queen could be like?” Choran asked. He was an observant man and he had seen Elena grow into the role of steward. She would be an able assistant to.