She rubbed her fingers together over her wedding rings. She looked around and then pulled them off. Her beautiful engagement ring and the sold gold ba...d. She was making a conscience deision. She shoved them down into the bottom of her bag.So be it. She thought.She signed her name and got the key card, she rode up in the elevator. A single, she couldn't belive it. Four years was all it had taken. The last six months were the worst, when he was home he was to tired to be romantic, he usually just. Loosening my T-shirt at the waist, I hurried past the staircase, dodging though to the main hallway. My pulse slammed into overdrive as I imagined all those delicious satin treasures closeted away in the Back Room. The walls seemed to flash by in a strobing montage of frames, prints, and fashion illustrations.The Back Room was a spacious, two-level extension with picture windows, spotlights and high ceilings. It was festooned with pot plants, drawing tables, dressing torsos and sewing machines.. You still smear my makeup, welt my skin, and lick my feet; but my capacity for climax is endless. I enjoy it so much more than you can tolerate sometimes. I see your envy and frustration. Each position is a challenge, what can my body do, and what can your body do? I can feel your thighs and back, your approaching orgasm crossing your face but you suppress it regardless. On the inside, I grin at how hot it is to watch you labour for me. It's never enough, not even making love is enough. “Because she is telling you the truth.” Delphine walked up beside me. “You recognize me from High Hrothgar, do you not, General Tullius?”“You’re ... Delphine. I heard Arngeir say something about the Blades interfering with what they were doing, that old man, Esbern warning us about Alduin. What does that have to do with any of this? The Blades were destroyed by the Aldmeri Dominion.”Delphine smiled. “Not quite. But let me ask you this, first. What is the primary duty of the Blades?”“What is.