She ought to be taking better care of herself for one thing. For another, she ought to be shopping for his pleasure, don't you think? When I get marri...d, I want my man to tell me what kind of shoes he likes on my feet. What kind of dress he wants me to wear. What kind of underwear to buy. I want a husband who's going to dress me the way he likes, whether it's prim and proper modest or super slutty sexy, or a little bit of both. I want him happy and in charge.Harold could be that sort of man, I. Anyway, as part of my remodeling the loft to make it livable, we put in a bunch of ceiling-high glass windows and a glass slider to this outside portion of the loft. This outside area was about forty by fifty feet and was blocked off from the outside view by a six foot wall. For Duke, we Astro-Turfed most of it. There was a concrete patio area with a table and chairs, and next to it, I fenced off a ten by ten foot section with tall chain-link fencing. That section had no AstroTurf either, just. ‘You may have the horse for some miles. I feel a desire to walk.’ Rana smiled at the Moor. He did not return it, nor did he even seem to notice the show of gratitude as he was already setting out to walk, his long strides carrying him quickly over the dunes of the desert. She knew enough to not dawdle and quickly mounted the large horse and spurred him on after the strange Moor. Catching up, she slowed to keep pace beside him, silently keeping pace and casting brief thoughtful glances at him. With this thought in mind he started undoing her legs. Leaving the ankles secured to the table so she wouldn't kick. He took a minute to run his hands over the smoothness of her legs. She used one of those razorless shaving lotions so she wouldn't risk accidentally cutting herself. From where he was he could see that she must also use the lotion on her crotch because it was smooth as a babys butt. He let his hand slide up her thigh and ran his thumb over her quickly moistening crotch. She.