She said in plain English (for the poor French slave to understand), ?This Fifi was a reporter from Paris. She lost a bet to me and I made her this be..., that I would answer her all her questions if she played poker with me?. The reporter could understand why this all happened. The reporters were asking her controversial questions, questions Isabelle did not like at all.Isabelle hands the candle to the Filipina reporter and said, ?I will answer more of your questions, if you drip some on her. "Lick her" I ordered, as Donna took her knickers off tina moved in and licked her. "I don't like the taste" she said, "Fingerer then" I replied.As Tina was fingering Donna and sucking her tits I climbed on the bed and opened Tina's legs, I ran my finger down her virgin crack, it was so wet and perfectly pink, with my cock in my hand I pushed it into her, she gasped as I entered her, and was shaking as I started to fuck her slowly. Donna was close to coming, as Tina's fingers were stroking her. Her apartment was amazing. Like walking into another time. Like the fifties. Only the TV and the DVD told me that this was not the fifties. She offered me to sit on the couch. She walked over to a little table with bottles of liquor.‘Can I offer you something to drink?’ she asked.‘A whisky with no ice would be nice’.‘I only have Tullamore Dew, not a whisky drinker my self, I’m a sherry woman’.‘Tullamore is fine’.She came back with our drinks and sat beside me. The scent from her perfume was. As amazed and awed as I was when I saw her, the reaction when we got downstairs was magnitudes greater. Violet understood the significance immediately."We dined this day at evening meal with our friend Wind, but tonight we shall enter the Grand Hall in the company of The Wind of Arbor."With all that, we still had time to stop and admire the women in their outfits. The Royal seamstresses of Midhal had worked their own brand of magic, and the dresses were magnificent. Plover's in particular was.