Evariel, quirked an eyebrow at that comment. "You know you still havemy services for a time," he said stepping close as well, and I thinkI'll stick c...lose for this 48 hours," he said his eyes roaming Deva.Sampson just chuckled. "Yes but your oaths as an arbiter prevent youfrom using your training to gamble, where as she hasn't taken such anoath," he said his eyes sparkling. "While I love to gamble I'm notvery good at it I'm afraid I have some rather obvious tells," he saidpulling Deva. I came to two castle largedoors, where a pair of liveried servants bashed a gong, then opened thechamber. Inside, my eyes were drawn to the very large, very round bed inthe middle of the room. It looked comfy, with large oversized pillowsaround one edge. The chamber was draped in blue and gold finery, Bresslercolors and crests throughout. A silver tray with ice and two glasseswaited near the bed. I placed my burden in the ice to chill, then took mydesignated place next to Stephanie, who was. Fortunately for me Mark liked to receive rather than give so I was spared the agony. He liked to dress in his wife's underwear, enjoyed a bit of bondage and a light spanking, just enough to give his skinny arse a rosy glow. He became a regular meet 2 or 3 times a month whenever his wife was away. It would be the same routine every time, kissing, a bit of nipple play (which does nothing for me, but each to his own), I'd suck his magnificent cock, then he'd be on all fours for a slapped arse and. When she moaned he sucked harder and squeezed her breasts together with even more force. “You’re going to be my slut,” he whispered to her. “Yes, Sir.” She struggled in the chair slightly, as if she wished she could reach behind herself to put a hand on his shoulder. “You won’t be the town slut anymore, but my slut.” “Yes.” “You’ll be my city slut, Lisa. And in the city there are many more kinds of men. Doctors. Lawyers. Businessmen. Artist. Writers. Hispanics. Blacks. All kinds of.