I mean its nothing Stan hasn't seen before of course, but I pretend he's photographing me, or that there are other men present taking pictures too.”...“It sounds fantastic – I wish I had a wife who'd do that for me!” I said.She blushed. “Maybe you will one day, Alan.” She smiled.“Sally?” I said, “Does Stan ever take any actual photos of you – I mean without getting them developed?”“Yes, 'e 'as a few films knocking around that 'e never plucks up the courage to try and get processed.”“Well, I have a. That would give me enough time to get used to the idea of marriage. Even then, it might be too soon. Like I said earlier, they will let me know when the time comes. For now, I have a Postulant to train and a war to fight. Unfortunately for me, I did not believe things would go as I wanted. Both were too intent on having their way and I was not willing to hurt either over when and where.I found the procession holding a merchant caravan that was also on its way to the capitol. Allard had stopped. She'd been eyeing Roger ever since he sat down. It wasn't that he looked like her father... he just reminded her of the man she had on the highest pedestal in her life. There were clear differences. He had lines around his eyes that suggested he smiled a lot. Her father didn't smile much at all. And, his demeanor was much more friendly than her father's would have been in this situation."Thank you," she said softly."I'm not trying to make any bold statement or anything," said Roger, picking up. "Now see, wasn't this worth waiting for?" she asked the waitress. The waitress ginned, gave him a wink and walked slowly away. She was already having a Martini so he signaled the waitress that he would like the same. He sat down beside her and before he could say anything she slipped her hand into his lap and began to slowly stroke his cock. "Hey, wait a minute, we're in a public place, people will see us..." "Relax.