Tariff walked through the stone corridors leading to his bed chamber. Tapestries lined the grey walls, adding color to the dull walls and softening th... echoes of his heavy footsteps. The heavy, iron banded door to his bed chamber was ajar. The serving girl stood in the middle of the room. ‘What is your name girl?’ Tariff asked. ‘Aliya, m’lord.’ ‘Very well Aliya, take off your clothes.’ ‘As you wish, m’lord.’ Aliya reached behind her back and began unclasping her dress. When the last clasp. They settled on bringing it up to the top of the stockings; my vote didn’t count. Maryanne said she could do the alterations the next day, and went back into the bedroom to get comfortable.A few minutes later she was back wearing nothing but a skimpy baby doll and a smile on her lips. After all she said, we had both seen her like this before, so there was no reason for her to cover up in front of us. I guess I could agree with her logic, but it still made me uncomfortable for John to be openly. I must have forgotten I had changed my room to a single bed bedroom. She knocks on my door and and I told her she can finish studying in the bed and I'll take the floor. I hear a few pages flipping for the next 30 minutes or so. Then she let's out a big sigh which woke me up. I asked her if she was okay and it almost sounded as if she was crying. She was shivering a bit and I noticed I didn't leave her much of a blanket since I needed something soft to lay on. I said “Oh sorry sweetie” and I. Is it the same tongue? Is it the same cockhead? You tell him to stand still, so you can be the filling in a fuck sandwich. It always works best when the ends stand still and the middleman does the work. Nothing like a stiff rod in your ass to get your rocks off while you fuck, so you breed the guy you’re fucking, and then when he disappears you tell your fucker to go to it. You wonder what color the hands are that are working your nips and balls and chewing on your ears. That dick is so big it.