Mama told me that Nanette Penthesilea had asked for my hand. "She is thethird daughter and fifth child of six of the Baroness Sylvia Penthesileaand D...me Oblea Penthesilea, 21years old, a captain in the army, workingon a master's degree in international affairs. She is considered abright and rising star in the Imperial government. The Baroness offeredus a bride price of 10,000 imperial pounds for you, a generous offerwhich we can not refuse." I was shocked and flattered that I fetched. " "Yes mistress" you reply, "Do I still stay away from my nipples?" I smile as my own pussy dampens, "Yes" You feel the soft bristles and trail them over your breasts, avoiding the nipples until I intterupt you from the computer. "Now, trail the brush down the column of your throat, down between your breasts before flicking it over each nipple once, and once only my pet." As you finish I tell you to take up the smaller brush in place of the large one you've been using. "Spread your thighs for. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I called... Just now, I called you 'Jamie'." Her crying restarted, her body shook with her grief.Damon thought for a moment. His arm tensed, pulled her in to cradle more tightly against him."It's OK," he whispered tenderly. "Piper, it's OK."Her head shook again against his shoulder.Sometimes tears are a good thing,  he thought to himself. Sometimes you just need to let people cry themselves out. It's part of healing.Her sex still full of his hardness, Piper wept. The wind brings a mixture of melodies to my ears as it stirs the windchimes, spread throughout the room. Taking in the different colors and shapes, as well as all the different musical notes playing in the air, I sigh happily. He has touched my heart by bringing me here. He has remembered one of my many passions. Silently we move through the displays. Our hands softly stir the windchimes. Closing my eyes I hear each different note. My fingers stir the bars and strings. As sunlight pours through.