With aching vigour we added ever more zeal to our passions. As a chief'sson he will have known many maidens, but I doubt if he ever encounteredanybody...as vigorously eager as I was on that occasion. We wereinterrupted, however, by the return of my mistress and the chief. "Wouldyou deflower this maiden?" thundered my mistress in her warrior guise.The chief's son recoiled and stepped back in shame. I by contrast, wasenraged like a wild beast at the frustration of my crazed lust. Mymistress saw the. The stranger wrestles with her decision, but eventually hikes her dress a little and settles on her knees behind my girl, straddling my girl’s legs with her own. Feeling the stranger’s legs against hers, my girl’s eyes open wide. She tries to turn her head, but I reach and hold her head firmly toward me. Her eyes turn to the side as she sees the stranger’s hand reach past to grip the base of my cock. The stranger starts stroking slowly, moving in time with my girl’s bobbing head. The stranger. He obviously did not know that she was at home, but he knew that both her husband and Jane were also not at home.At first she felt fear, but then she felt angry that someone could try to steal from her home, so she took a large knife and went silently to stand beside the kitchen door.The thief managed to open the door, but as he came into the room, Marie screamed and swung the knife at him. It was not clear which of them was more frightened, but the thief did not wait to see what else she might. Where my love, Vanessa Henderson, manages the operation, buys the food and drink, does the books and is one of the most respected sommeliers in town.Her wine list, along with JJs, is ranked at the top of the city by “Wine Spectator.”So, a failing private club. A successful restaurateur and his managing director.Could love be in the air?No Brandisha. The odds are dropping.At home, in our Wrigley loft, it’s usually just Walker and me at dinnertime. Vanessa is at work, overseeing the dinner.