"But you said there were a couple of choices. I... I would do anything, Sir”Then I slid my hands along my hips and sides, brushing my fingers across...my breasts. I looked up into his hungry eyes, licking my lips with my tongue.I leaned forward and put my hands on his powerful chest, raking my fingers down and over his firm stomach."I could do anything at all. I know I have been a bad girl. I know I need to be punished. You could make do bad things... things good girls shouldn't do."My hands. ‘By the Deity!’ Abiron groaned, ‘The fisherman of the north coast must have had a tremendous catch this year. There must be a full 20 barrels of herring here, and twice that of cod.’ ‘Indeed,’ A frown marred Ariana’s beautiful features. ‘We are not like the Christian monks, to live on salt fish, hard bread and prayer. There is no way we could consume so much ourselves, even if we wanted to. We will take the surplus and deliver it to the village. I think that half the herring and three-quarters. “For one thing,” he replied in a superior tone and standing up, “you do not address me, you go through that door, strip off your clothes and await my pleasure. You are here to be used, not pleasured.” Ambrose kept a hefty sofa in a back office, originally for late nights etc. Suzie was soon naked, kneeling in front of the sofa, with three inches of martin's five inch meat stuck in her mouth. Martin was lifting her head up and down his shaft while leaning his head back with his eyes closed.. .. I'm not sure that would be such a good idea," Trish hesitated for a moment, her eyes glancing over me. "I just wanted to talk to someone." No pressure." I nodded."Thanks, though. I feel a little better. This house is just ... spooky." Trish shivered slightly. "Can I at least get a hug?" Sure." I smiled, opening my arms wide. It was just then that I realized I had a hard on. Not exactly the best way to show comfort to a nervous young woman.Trish seemed to take the obvious tent in my shorts in.