Gently she parted them, kissing each on the soft inner skin. Susan slid slowly down in the chair, her long slender legs parting, her head thrown back ...n the chair. Her fingers gripped the arm in anticipation. Her eyes squeezed shut and her teeth bit into her lower lip. Gently Dalias’ lips brushed the soft skin of Susans’ inner thighs. Higher and higher she tasted, sampling the taste or Susans’ thighs. Higher and higher until her cheek brushed Susans, mound. A soft moan of pleasure escaped. That way he could easily communicate with me, and I could answer all of his computer questions throughout the day. His office was lush, secluded, and very private. Everything was screened, and nobody could get in without going through a few stations first. My office was almost like an extension of his, because we communcicated so much with each other. This unique situation allowed plenty of time for messing around, and we did just that on a regular basis. In the office it was mostly oral play,. While we trailed the royal herd of stomping boots through the Customs House, Count Vee confided in me, using a low voice. “The Prince’s mercenary company has a bad reputation, unlike Lady Derwen’s ‘Old Bucks.’ I happen to know that company has taken advantage of rebellious situations in the Amarian kingdom by liberally putting serfs to the sword and selling ‘outlaw’ women in Conquest Point. It pads their pockets.”I considered what he had said while we walked, and then I held up our small party. They'd lie over me, or beside me, and thrust their fingers into my KY'd pussy in their obligatory foreplay attempt. Then they'd spread my thighs, and push and pound and grunt and groan for five minutes. I closed my eyes and tried to make it feel good.Then I found out that men may not understand a woman's body, but another woman does. Beautifully.The first time was a surprise. I was nursing a vodka-on-the-rocks and eating chips and salsa on the veranda of a Tex-Mex café, watching the sun.