By the time the two huge coppers stamped into my room, it was in total darkness, and I was snoring loudly.At first, they'd been all mouth and trousers... very sure of themselves, they'd looked under the bed, in the wardrobes, the en-suite bathroom, even in the massive trunk where I kept my stage clothes. But they found not a thing and eventually apologised, leaving me wondering just where the fuck my horny little nymphs had gone!"Have they gone yet?" came from the wardrobe, the very same wardrobe. Aedan introduced me and I nodded my head respectfully."This Grey Warden expects me to believe you are some sort of seer." Yes, Keeper." I was going for humble. Apparently I failed."Don't you 'yes Keeper' me. You want me to believe, you're going to have to work harder than that, girl." Very well. Allow me to be brutally honest. You are a several-centuries-old blood mage. When you were a young man, your son was killed, and your daughter raped and left for dead by bandits. You were so enraged when. Soon we were on our second round this time she came and sat with me on the same sofa were I was sitting our conversation grew towards her personal issues how her husband neglected her and was busy in making money only. She told she had never attained a climax with her husband as he fucks her once or twice in a month. I could feel the heat in her body even though she was sitting a bit farther from me. I though here is a sex starved lady who needs to know what a climax is. I moved near to her and. "I just nodded my head meekly, putting the anklets on."One more thing," she added. "I want you to wear an apron when you dothe chores around the house."This was turning out to be one cool summer.Part -IISo, here I was. A teenaged boy dressed in an apron, wearing anklets andhaving pretty, glistening blood-red toe nails. And I was virtually theslave boy of an attractive woman who oozed sex appeal.As I walked my anklets would jingle and draw my attention to my prettyfeet and I would instantly.