‘Thank you, my lord,’ said Ivory who still savoured the memory of her lovemaking. She didn’t say so but she thought to herself that the pleasure... in the duty was all hers. And she would gladly do the same again. ‘The Reindeer Herder chief has complimented the shaman and you on your lovemaking,’ continued the Chief, running his hand over Ivory’s bare shoulder. ‘He praised your beauty. He said that it is many years since he last fucked a woman as beautiful as you. But as you may have noticed, the. When she stepped from the van she was wearing one of my wife beater shirts. It hung down about two inches past her dancers’ ass the sides of her firm breast were visible through the sleeve holes. Her nipples got instantly hard as the cool air hit her beautiful skin. Her red hair shined in the morning sun. She walked up to me and threw her arms around my neck pulled her body to mine and we locked in a long passionate kiss. She pressed her body tightly to mine and with a smile she said wow good. ‘I-I’m not ready.’ Ian chuckled again and stepped closer. He slipped a finger under my chin, tilting my head back up. I was so docile before him. ‘No, not tonight,’ he said. ‘It’s too late for all the preparations.’ I frowned, swallowing nervously. ‘What ‘preparations?” I asked. ‘Have you forgotten?’ he asked, and reached into his jacket. He pulled out a slip of paper, unfolded it. It was an Internet printout from the bulletin board Gary had set up. ”One dozen fresh red roses, a bottle of. ‘Yer nothing but a liar, ye damned McPhearson! I said nay to ye. Ne’ve a once did I say aye. Ne’ve once!’ She screamed. Bretta, the cook, stepped forward from the servants stationed near the door to the kitchens, and took Netty into her hands. Netty was sobbing loudly now, her entire body sinking slowly to the ground. Bretta held her up as much as she could, but when she too began to slide to the ground, Harold the blacksmith came forward, and picked up Netty. ‘If it be fine with ye, my lord,.