I whistled long and slow at her admission."Did you tell him before seeing your father?"Yes."Yes. I told him that we would be coming through the pass, ...nd if he wasn't there to stop you, then Lady Megan would go free and he would look like a fool." And you didn't think to tell me earlier?" Father told me not to." I could hear the conflict in her voice."We'll talk about that later. That still doesn't tell me why he let you go." I told him that you would die rather than let me get harmed." She. The wet sounds of spit being dragged from the depth of Irea's esophagus mixed with her strangled sounds of pleasure and the low huffing coming from the woman above her. Not a word was spared, and her need didn't require words to express it. Just raw instinct.Though it was really only two dozen minutes, the time Irea spent impaled on that pillar felt like an eternity, her neglected pussy dripping with needy juices as her hands strained against the ropes that held her in place. Her unnamed. As Veronica's perfectly formed and beautifully arched bare right foot with its scarlet painted toenails came into view, those drinkers nearest the staircase ceased talking and looked to see what female charms were to follow this wondrous extremity. Although our heroine was scrupulously adhering to the instruction to move slowly and with dignity, they did not have long to wait. With each downward step, the skirt parted to reveal those, by this time, much viewed thighs and calves with their well. “So, um, you won the contest again.”“Uh-huh.”That was all she said, and the awkwardness just continued. I tried again. “I saw Sybil’s car outside. Is she here?”“Uh-huh.”That didn’t help much either. I tried once more. “So what’s going on?”She took a deep breath and one last hesitation. “Cinnamon.”That confused me. “What about it?”“Today’s lesson is trust. Do you trust me?”She gave me a slight smile and a relieving chuckle. “You know I love you more than anything else in the world.”“I know. I.