He even referred to this latest girl as, ‘fresh meat’ when he was talking to Chester`s, the butler and describing the girls attributes. Now Cheste...`s, would happily have taken advantage of one of the girls, he being a randy git, however his fear of the good lady cook, his wife Mable, and her prowess with a carving knife, tended to restrict his field of scope. In short, he liked his equipment! Tonight though, he was in a cleft stick, it was a balance, a choice… between doing as his master. “M-more…please,” she whimpered when at last she could breathe again. Her voice was raw, full of tears. Twitchy with overstimulated nerves and gut-wrenching lust. “Tell me what you need,” Rael rumbled behind her as he trailed a solitary, powerful fingertip slowly up the drooling length of her heated slit. He knew. He asked her, even though he knew. And she knew it. He asked her to make her say it. To make her speak it aloud. To make her face it, that she wouldn’t try to hide it or deny it.. ”A quiet buzz of surprise greeted his last sentence, and those few women who recognised the honorific and the clothing she wore wondered how a nun from a teaching order had strayed as far as Kobekistan.Sister Annamaria was almost overwhelmed by the friendliness of the Emir’s wives to whom she was formally introduced. It did not surprise her that there was more than one; she had assumed that country, if not the Emir himself, had the Moslem tradition of up to four wives. When two of the wives. ..SOPHISTICATED, coming from him. "It must have been terrible." The warmth he felt on his face... he must be bright red. "I didn't...You... I wouldn't have..." He didn't know what to do with his hands. "What did I do that was so upsetting?" "You... touched me, held me... felt me..." "That doesn't sound so fearsome." The feigned puzzlement gave way to aserious expression. "Show me. What did I do that offended you so?" "Please, don't make me..." "Show me," he ordered, in a tone like steel. Steve.