Even as he drug Ricard off to the other side of the clearing and forbade her to follow, he looked awful. His face was drawn and sallow, and even as pa...e as the man usually was, he seemed colorless just then. Blood was crusted all over his clothes and his body, seeping from more wounds than she cared to count. His posture spoke of fatigue unto death, and she knew only his stubbornly defiant will kept him on his feet at all. She’d said her thanks to the gods that Ricard had been unconscious and. Der Kellner hatte selten eine so eingebildete Frau gesehen, die mit ihrem scharfen Körper die Männer erst heiß machte und dann brutal abblitzen ließ.Ihre wesentlich jüngere Schwester schien da anders drauf zu sein. Sie trug ein schulterfreies rotes Abendkleid, hatte ihre braunen langen Haare sauber frisiert und machte einen schüchternen Eindruck. Die umstehenden Männer und auch das Personal behandelte sie zuvorkommend und kompensierte damit das eitle Gehabe ihre Schwester. Gemeinsam hatte sie. When they reached the office, Christina asked one of her staff to get coffee for them before asking Ginger to sit down."Now, Ms Morgan, I presume the reason you're here is because we've not yet renewed our licence with your company." Please call me Ginger," she said, trying to decide how to play this new situation. "Do you mind if I take my jacket off? I'm not accustomed to the heat here." Please do," she replied. "If I'm to call you Ginger then you must call me Christina. Now, let me explain.. Not yet. This wasn’t an invitation for that. She knew that he enjoyed getting personal with her sex. He would smell her, grazing her clit with his nose. Then he would taste her juices and probe her with his tongue. He was getting nearer, she could feel his breath. She reached down with a hand and spread her lips into a little bud, a little flower all wet with her juices. It felt cold as it entered her, sending shivers through her. And again. Three more. She opened her eyes as he raised his.