I was certain he wanted to enjoy Ammi. I noticed he was continually coming in that position while other passengers moved back and forth.I noticed Ammi...looking for me, turning her head 3-4 times, and then she stopped looking. The last time she looked back, I noticed she also made eye contact with that man, briefly. I could see clearly all these things without her knowing.Let me tell you about this man. He looked a villager, typically maybe in his forties, fat. He wore a soiled white shirt and. Through me she lived dreams a poor girl rarely could. We grew paranoid that we might be caught if not more cautious in our meetings, in our daily association around the castle, people might grow suspicious and she could ill afford to lose her job as she helped support her parents and siblings with her income. Each day, Lady Ashwood permitted the female servants to pick a rose from the garden and pin it to their dresses, it being the sole personalization to their otherwise mundane and identical. My hands are roaming all over her back, her shoulders, her arms, she sighs with contentment at my touch. She starts to squirm in place, I figure the allergic reaction is really kicking inshe can't seem to keep still. "What's wrong honey?" "I got an itch in a place I can't get to" "Where is it?" "I can't say, its too embarrassing" "Oh come on, tell me, let me help" "I feel it up inside me 'down there' it really itches bad" That's when things go crazy, she starts to pull at her bikini bottom to. You don’t have to, though,” Mrs. Bumstead replied.At that moment, I wished I could see what was going on because I would have loved to see Crystal’s face and her actions as I pictured her tongue tentatively reaching out to her precum covered finger.After about five or six seconds of complete silence in the previously raucous room, I hesitantly heard, “It’s ah ... it’s kinda salty.”“Whoa, Crys, I can’t believe you did that!” an unknown young voice exclaimed.“It ... it wasn’t that bad, guys,”.