Only to lower it, beset by doubts. Could she really ask a modern-day sixteen-year-old to submit to such treatment? Probably not...“Right, lad. You'd...better get off that thing. Sorry, got a bit carried away there. This whole scene belongs in the past.”Hands on the crossbar he pushed up and turned his head to her. “Lady Vernon, I don't mean to be cheeky, but are you sure about that? I mean if I could keep my job...like instead of getting the sack, I think I'd be prepared for you to...to...” He. Thesurrounding trees kept the house somewhat dark and the wind made thingscreak. Slowly they made their way from room to room looking for theghosts that haunted the old place.Instead they found a place that had been taken very good care of. Therewere pictures on the walls, beds made up, little remembrances scatteredabout. Except for the things that were damaged by the weather that camein through the shattered windows, the place looked like someone couldstill be living there that day.Until they. I lay there savouring not only the view but also the fragrance lingering inches from my nose. Amber had a strong scent, slightly salty, almost metallic but wonderfully intense; a morning of vigorous skiing had no doubt added a fair amount of sweat to the mix.Carefully she lowered herself, her baby-blues looking deep into my eyes. I placed my hands on the top of her thighs, pulling her toward my desperate mouth. Finally, my tongue pressed against her soft flesh, her lips welcoming my touch. She. The looter band of surviving gang members and a number of captured females pulled into their midst for entertainment purposes all made it thru to the spring thaw but most of them were noticeably thinner and less boisterous.Their supplies were seriously depleted and there was a hint of "cabin fever" that signaled tempers were on a short fuse and ready to explode at any moment.Desmond had taken to humping Corporal Amy on a steady basis with no protest from any of the other Looters seeking female.