She wore tight, faded jeans with those strategic tears that revealed just a bit of skin and she had on a tight black leather vest that barley containe... her ample breasts. “Can I help you?” she asked with barley a glance up from her iPhone.“Yes” I said, glancing around and only seeing one other large man sitting in the waiting room. “We’d like to get a piercing….for my wife.” I added quickly.“Sure” she said, still not looking up. “And what type of piercing… and where?”“Ah” I stammered out…” Her. As my initial surprise began to fade an overwhelming desire to laugh at the baron began to bubble up, but I was not about to do anything that might draw the attention of the baroness upon myself while she was in this mood. The baron on the other hand was becoming red in the face and began spluttering with indignation as he searched for something to say to such an odd turn of events. His daughter, no doubt, was making the situation worse for him with her ever widening smile of amusement. I. Rings of gold dangled from those pale pink nipples and the soft split between her thighs. Between these glittering rings of gold, hung fine chains that moved and glistened as she stirred. A slave she was, but also a princess, a servitor in the beds of the miners, but with a delicate stance that suggested tantalizing royalty and satisfaction with her lot.The hunter recognized his inability to take her from these men and so reluctantly he withdrew into the forest to consider his choices. Should. What I noticed was that Michelle didn't come home until around 6PM and went straight into the shower. I was really really disappointed. I knew she was with him I was sure of it but my disappointment came from the fact I wasn't watching it like the last time. By the time I came home she was preparing dinner and had the laundry machine running. When I asked her about how her day was, she complained for a while about some project not going well at work and briefly mentioned she was out in the mall.