Then again, he was a bit of a dandy for a knight, wasn’t he? The Knight of Flowers, they called him, even if he unhorsed many a knight far manlier t...an he.In any case, he was now my lover, well, one of many of them. He ... and his sister, Queen Margaery Tyrell. Brother and sister, lovers to the same man, sharing him with each other like a toy. Or rather, they were both MY toys, weren’t they, I thought to myself with a smirk. Yes, yes, that was the ticket. Two fucktoys, both powerful. He seemed genuinely happy in her company and his lively conversation about the Italian meals he cooked at home distracted her mind from her anxieties. She just hoped his affection for her wouldn't lessen if ever he discovered more about her than she felt willing to disclose at the moment.The Fiorenze was a very small restaurant with barely more than a half dozen tables, but it was pleasingly busy. The waiter showed the couple to a table for two where Karen was able to study Kenneth's face lit. I’m very intrigued by this story. And while I’m sympathetic to the plight of this woman and her family, another, darker side of me, finds it sexually titillating. Sorry, but that’s how I’m wired. I mean, I’ve seen pics of this woman, and she is sexy and hot. I can see her being captured and turned out to prostitute for the Mexican Gang Cartel. The idea of a gorgeous wife and mom, suddenly k**napped, raipped, and turned out to hustle her blonde Caucasian pussy out on the streets, or in some. ” Natalie’s cheeks turned scarlet. “He’s cute.”“And sitting right here,” Dad said, his voice tight. He cleared it. “Rosachika, truth or dare?”“Truth,” I said, too scared to take on any dare.“Do you have a crush on anyone?”I was so wrong. Truth was far, far scarier than dare. My heat rushed through me. I had to tell the truth. That was the point of the game. I gulped in a breath, my small breasts pressing against my top. My nipples ached.“Uh, yeah, Dad. Um, you.”Natalie clapped her hands in.