"Even if you liked it, you don't ever have to do it again on my account. I've got plenty of options if I want to tie someone up, so you won't be denyi...g me anything if it bothers you too much to repeat it. What you will or won't do in bed won't affect how often I sleep with you. What will affect it is how often you want it, and how often Anna is willing to loan me out."Betty relaxed into his arms as he reassured her, then turned inside them, and offered her face for a kiss. As he gave it to. If any one word came to mind to her it was, 'Piercing!" They looked right though you, almost as if they could read minds or launch ships. Joan of Arc must have had eyes like hers. They were a powerful asset.Her cheekbones were high, almost oriental but not quite and she had 'white bread, ' round eyes. They were topped off by trimmed and carefully shaped eyebrows. They were the same sun washed color as her hair, but at the sides, she added a very light touch of darkening to give them depth.Not. He could see that she was quite pretty; dressed in a short tunic with short sleeves, her arms had beautifully shaped muscles and it was no wonder she was doing such a great job. Her face is round, with full, sensual lips, her blond hair picked up in pony tale revealing her beautiful neck. When she looked at him and smiled, he closed his eyes again, not wanting to establish any kind of connection. Then, again, he felt another 'wrong' move when she slightly brushed his cock with the smooth skin. He was wearing silk boxers as usual and, surprisingly, he wasn’t hard. Perhaps tonight was going to be a bit difficult for him. He stood, put his arms round us, and pulled us to him, planting kisses on our hair and faces. ‘God, you two are lovely.’ The he stood back at attention and saluted, ‘Ready for orders ma’am,’ he said like a soldier in the ranks. We both curled up laughing then knelt in front of him. ‘First job,’ I said, ‘is to get this,’ holding his now semi-hard penis, ‘hard!’ ‘Mmm,.