" Heather still didn't understand, unless... No that couldn't be what she was suggesting. Could she?"Are you saying you want me to be your... bedmate?... Do no women lay with other women in your village?"Heather gasped. "There are stories... and rumours told, but nothing beyond that." She thought about Rebecca whose husband had died over ten years ago and yet she still lived with his sister. Whispers had been told of them but nothing more. "I... it would be a great shame on my village..." Would. Make notes, descriptions ofplaces. Got it?" Yeah," I nodded. I was a little disappointed, as I had hoped I would befreed from that obligation. At the same time, I was glad that she hadtaken the reins of the project in her hands."But why only for hours? What do I do with the rest of my day?" I asked."Work on your transvestite stories. Play dress up with your prettyclothes. Learn to cook, I don't care," she shrugged, "You'll find thatit'll take you a lot more than for hours to put in for hours'. She ran her fingertips over her breasts, stopping at the nipples to rub and pinch them and coax them awake beneath her touch. She rolled over onto her back and began to squeeze her breasts. Gently kneading them and enjoying the fullness and the weight. Gently she pushed them together and pulled on her diamond hard nipples. She pinched hard, bringing her nipples to the edge of exquisite pain. She bit into her lower lip as her back arched uncontrollably. The rain continued to fall, fueling the. A noble damsel in need of a handsome and honorable lover to impregnate me. Is there truly no southern gentleman present willing to take on such a noble and necessary undertakings as this?”“Excuse me.” broken in a deep male voice. Turning both woman found their private little hallway had been invaded by a man. And not just any man. A black giant. Seven feet tall with a bulky linebacker’s build. The man was conveniently handsome and well dressed.“I couldn’t help but overhear your plight.” the man.