There were no words at all. He simply took his hand from her hip (scandalous, I know!) and his arm from around her and said, "Sally is one of our Lady...s maids. She has something that needs repair."Suddenly, Hugh was left alone with this vision of loveliness. The forge was hot, as all forges are by nature, and he had been working bare-chested. His sweat-slickened skin was already stained with smoke and rust and dirt. His longish hair hung in sweat-glued strings, and his dark eyes peered between. “So, that’s why you buried your feelings for him until recently! That makes more sense now. What a waste, if you ask me ... but easily fixed. I have a little ... service that I perform, unilaterally, free of charge, in cases like yours ... and your father’s. You’ll see what I mean soon enough.“Just because I don’t actually have a husband like I claimed doesn’t mean that I don’t care about marriage and family. I love to improve them, you’ll see. Anyway, as promised, you get an A for this. She tried to picture Charity as a slave girl. The image that she conjuredup certainly made a compelling argument for enslaving the girl. Charity wasa beautiful twenty year old student ending her sophomore year of college. Janicehad only seen Charity naked once when towels had run out in the bathroom butthe image was imprinted on her memory. Two lush, full breasts were capped withsmall but very erect nipples. A beautiful, shapely figure highlighted Charity'sfemininity. And a sparse patch of. She started lightly moaning and closed her eyes.I whispered in her ears that I want to tear her red color bra, to which she immediately said in Marathi “Fadun tak” meaning “Tear it”. I toured her bra from the font and pulled and threw it on the ground.Now she opened her eyes and was smiling. I started kissing her ears, neck, boobs and then went all the way to her. I didn’t lick her pussy which was hairy but kissed above her pussy. She was scratching her fingers in my hair pressing it.Meanwhile,.