“Not very well I’m afraid.” Charles said following the man while he looked around the hall way at the suits of armor along the walls and the sta...ned glass windows on the other side overlooking a cliff.“Oh that’s terrible, may I ask why?” Asked the old man turning to his left looking out the windows.“Where to start…” Charles said standing next to the man.“How about at the beginning, from when you were summoned.” “Alright.” Charles said putting his hands behind him. “Well, I was practically. She wore a subtle perfume, but she didn't really need it. Her scentwas naturally sweet. I thought of honey; I thought of freshly-baked bread;I thought of flowers on a spring day. This is what I had dreamed of for solong...so very long.I could see her in the dressing room mirror. She was as beautiful as Iremembered her, if not more so. Her golden hair still flowed naturally toher shoulders; her face was as sweet as I remembered it. As for hergorgeous curves...well, she was still a size six,. " It was then that I recognized that voice. It was Nadine walking around the desk, meeting me and Cindy in this awkward position. Cindy stood up, and sensually kissed Nadine on her mouth. Both woman smiled and looked over at me. Nadine cupped Cindy's breasts on top of her blouse, and massaged them for a little while. Cindy got undressed, as Nadine kneeled down to face my eager cock. Grabbing it slowly, as she was afraid she would damage a long lost artefact. She wet her lips. His slow, sensual, unhurried strokes whispered promises to her skin of more delights to come, knowing they had nowhere to go and no one to please but themselves till the following day. “Sweetheart?” Henry started to ask “Yes, Sweetpea,” Xena replied. Henry grinned at her affectionate name for him. The gentleness of the name at odds with his height and frame. “Have you everything for your Ball tomorrow or is there anything left you need to get?” He was referring to the Charity Ball Xena had.