.. in the end ask her to marry me, I suppose." That's what she thought too." What's so wrong with that? It's the natural thing when you have both said...you're in love with each other, isn't it?" Think, my darling man." Think? Why? It's nat... Oh God, yes! Annette!" Yes, my sweet!" Oh, how thoughtless and selfish of me!" No! Quite natural! Relax." She rubbed her head between his shoulder blades."Oh!" sighed Richard and his hunched shoulders dropped. "Thank you, Sharon, my sweet, for bringing to. “And do you know how to massage weary flesh?”“Massage. No, m'Lady.”“I'll show you.” Sophia gave a wicked grin. “Now, if you would bring us our meal and two glasses of your finest wine.”“Ale is fine for me,” I interrupted.Sophia wrinkled her nose. “Thank you, sweet child.”I frowned at her. Why was she acting so sweet?Delores scurried off and returned with a platter: two bowls of the steaming stew, thick slices of brown bread, a heel of butter, and our drinks. She sat it down on our table, then. We toured the crowded stands, trying this and that as we went, seeing what it did for our libido. Gradually, our bags were filling with toys and top ups to our dwindling marital aids. Then I saw it! The very thing I had been hoping to find. A leather harness and then, on the same stall, a studded leather neck band with just the right shape with two loops for her cuffs and another for nipple clips to pass through. At fifty pounds it was a bit heavy, but worth every penny. The harness was. She first looks at me with an angry face but then breaks into a smile and pulls me close and hugs me, allowing my face to get lost in her large bosom. She then goes over to the door and locks it and comes over to me and holds my face in the palms of her hands and kisses me on my lips. She comes across as a woman with no experience of smooching and I take pride in teaching her how to while using tongue. After a while of smooching and breast fondling and pressing she stops suddenly and just looks.