And he did love her – there could be no mistaking it, though he’d never said the words. Leliana had thought that Marjolaine had felt the same way ...or her as she had for her mentor, but it was suddenly, clearly apparent that she’d never really cared. She’d used Leliana for pleasure and used sex as a method of manipulation, but had never spared a thought for Leliana’s needs.And Leliana couldn’t bring herself to care. If not for her betrayal, Leliana would still be that girl, shallow and naïve and. Again, no words were spoken, I never saw him pay anyone anything and nobody even seemed to notice except me. We were led through the main floor’s dining area by a maitre’d (who neglected to ask who we were yet seemed to know us intimately) and down a flight of stairs to a beautiful patio. The walls were of the original brick from the times before the flooding, when Sacramento was built one story lower. Paintings on these walls were intermingled with ivy and potted plants. The lighting was. Asking myself, was it the alcohol that encouraged her to flirt with me or was she aware of what she was doing? I was unsure of the answer.Sitting up, I unsnapped my garters. My hands traveled down my leg removing the nylons one at a time. My thoughts drifted to Beth running her foot along my leg during dinner. I have never been sexually interested in another woman before. Beth though has stirred those feelings. My pussy became wet and my nipples hardened at the thought of making love to. However, her response was to move her fingertips back to the nipple and begin gently moving them in small circles. Her other hand was suddenly very active in my lap as she squeezed and relaxed her grip on me."Yes, that's right, pinch your nipple for me and them," I called to her bit more breathily. Her next response was immediate and beyond my wildest daydreams. Where I had expected a rather tentative and gentle pinch, she pressed her thumb and forefinger hard onto to the exposed nipple. I.