”“Now lets get you into that dress and see what it looks like.”The girl helped me on with the dress and helped adjust it before deciding that I ...eeded one slightly looser around the bust. I was left standing in just my knickers as she went off to the back-room to find another dress.When she returned with another dress over her arm she grinned at me before hanging the dress on a rail.“I’m Sally by the way, now to get the best out of this dress we need to get you ready to wear it.” she came close. After a few seconds of passionate kissing I finally broke it. I stared into his bright green eyes and I felt safe for a moment until he pushed me on my back and now I was pinned underneath him. He vigorously pressed his lips into mine and I suddenly felt something else. I realized that he was poking my lips with his tongue. I opened my mouth for a split second to gasp for air when I was interrupted by his forceful tongue. He started to French kiss me. It felt like his tongue was dancing with my. Do you have any idea who to turn these over to?" First, why don't we dispense with Mr. Vice President and try something less ... officious, shall we?"Rick caught my drift and suggested, "How about 'Boss, ' Boss?" Not bad," I said. "Let's get some breakfast in this big bay," I said, patting my stomach, and leading the way towards the kitchen.The cook had set breakfast out on a table near the study, and we picked it all up and took it back to the kitchen where we could spread out Rick's work and. Behind it was a room that was bigger than it should be, with soft red light everywhere, and with a man standing in front of her. He was almost as tall as the man outside, wearing only a loincloth, and with thick, curly black hair and a rug of chest hair. He looked like a Northerner, someone that she would have thought of only as a foreigner. But in here, she knew what she had to do.She walked towards him, and, standing on her toes, kissed him. His strong arms went around her back, picking her.