Her knees bent with long feet on the sheets, She spread her lanky, shapely legs wide, And watched me bow on my elbows before her, Her chin to her ches... and her eyes to mine with anticipation, A field of golden wheat was before my sight, Sodden with the scent of harvest, Dew hot, rich and thick, Wet whirlwinds and circlets of desire. My hands clasped her strong, thin thighs, As her lovely head went back and she looked to the sky, My fingers and thumbs held her tight, And squeezed until her. But there are times when they'll put their pussy up there on a whim, then you'll have to let us know so we can charge them." Does this make me an official whore?" I had to laugh it seemed like fun.She laughed too, "yep, you're now an official whore and I'm your pimp."She left and I closed the door. The lights could be dimmed but for the moment I didn't bother. I stood in the middle of the room and looked around. It was pleasant and I didn't mind being here, but I was going to have to bring an. ” I smiled, thinking back to my own.““Well, more like the public reception. It should be a lovely affair. You’ll mingle with the guests, eat some cake ... stab the bride. Oh, yes, you get to kill the bride. At her wedding. And they say romance is dead.”“So who’s the ... lucky lady?”“Her name is Vittoria Vici. She oversees the East Empire Company’s business holdings in Solitude. The wedding is being held in that city, at the Temple of the Divines. Her death will cause an uproar, which is exactly. She just couldn't go inside, though."What do you mean, you can't?" Stewart laughed. "Sure you can. Why else did you come over? We're going to have a hot night. Come on." No, Stewart, I just--" I said come on in!"Stewart went back Into the house, then he shut the door. Susan wasn't standing on the front porch anymore, though. She was inside the house too. How could she have gone back to her car, when Stewart had grabbed her arm and pulled her inside?"How about a drink?" Stewart asked as he led.