I shook Barts hand, and introduced him to Solitaire. She walked up to him giving him a hug. He said he enjoyed how nice she smelled, and how long her ...air was. He took a step back to admire how she looked and raved about her rare beauty. He extended his hand to the front door welcoming us inside. Once we got into better lighting Bart stopped and said that photos did not do Solitaire justice on how truly beautiful she was in person. She smiled and blushed. Bart offered us drinks, we declined. The same man eventually responded to Scott."My Lord, we will need to consider what you have said and what you are asking for. You will agree that these are no small matters and need careful thought. We suggest that we meet again tomorrow to give you a proper answer."Scott hid the smile from his face. This had been exactly what he had been looking for. He hoped that the Fifers would now elect to talk amongst themselves rather than testing his forces for a weak spot. Talking about his offer was. The whole thing seemed so surreal. Five minutes earlier she had been fully clothed; a woman of relative innocence and virtue; now she was naked, with a group of naked males who were taking every opportunity to explore her body. Their touches were perfunctory at first; as if they were correctly washing her, but soon the fingers started to linger; hands rested on places of sensuous flesh; fingers penetrated areas of privacy and hard male flesh pressed itself against her body. Opening her eyes to. These are the thoughts and your sight that take me into a long silence and my mind’s sole focus shifts from conversing with you to freezing you in my eyes, to look at you hard, photographing you in my memory, with that fear that is always present, that I will never get to see you again after this. ‘What do you do for a living?’ You ask. Sigh the, typical question. I think in my head. As if I was not being typical, looking at you like this, summing you up in one long gaze, scanning you from head.