Her legs were spread and the hairs around her pussy were damp from the fingering I had given her just before. Even before my tongue went in, I knew sh... was just going to have the sweetest, tastiest pussy I had ever licked. Ruth’s moans were instantaneous. My tongue parted her labia and then rolled upwards until I found her juicy little clit. It was already swollen and had left the little hood where it lived. That cute, pink little button was just begging to be licked and tickled and sucked. I. “Oh; it’s mine.” said Jaqueline, and she opened her bag. In her rush to answer it, she accidentally put the call on loudspeaker.“Hello, it’s Imogen. Jaqueline, where are you?” “I'm in Linda’s Beauty in the High Street.” “Why are you there – and don’t lie to me, I have seen a copy of the letter.” “Well, I am carrying out what I have been ordered to do in the letter.” “Don’t do anything, I am coming over, stay there.” The call ended and the room went quiet.Jaqueline and Fay seemed to have lost. I watched as Estie's gaze moved down to enjoy the exposed gentle slope of Beth's pert breasts as she leant forward, then back up to her pretty face, now with a hint of a blush in her cheeks. "Actually," she said to both of us, "I'd love to take a raincheck. Perhaps when we all have an evening free of commitments we could meet again? Beth, or is it Svetlana," she said with another wink, "let me settle up with you, I should get going." She reached into her purse and pulled out a hundred dollar. Her identity had been kept quiet, but Swift was arriving here on the authority of the King himself - something Winter had assured him, was no joke as he read the letter to him.They were nearing the village when Swift spoke up.He swigged another mouthful of port, blinked blurred eyes and said:"Give me a few hour's sleep. We will make an entrance at dusk." And he laughed."Flaming torches, Winter. I want a procession route of flaming torches to line my journey from the carriage door to the middle.