As it was still snowing, sounds carried in the still air, giving her enough warning about a group of soldiers coming up the road. She had been just in... time to sneak behind the smithy. She couldn’t understand their loud sounds, but that was not necessary. The fact she couldn’t understand was in itself telling enough. They were hired troops, probably Swiss or Germanic by the looks of them. Big blond brutes with loud voices, acting as if they owned the village. Cursing silently she watched them. ”She looked at me sadly and put her hand on my shoulder. “See you later, Jon – I hope.” She left and returned to her date.Diane sat back down as soon as she left. “So, was that okay?”“Yeah, fine.” I stared into my drink, not paying much attention to Diane as I thought of my history with Lily.“So, there’s some history there and you’re not over it.”“What?” I looked up, finally paying attention to her and getting Lily out of my mind.“Nothing. Just making an observation about how you were miles. You are no traitor, Roberta! I have spent the last six months and more, a considerable part of it with my face stuck not entirely unwillingly up Bertha's large and exceedingly juicy cunt, proving it to my complete satisfaction. You were drugged, Roberta. Something was put into your evening meal. I know who supplied the potion and I know who put it into your drink that night. And you must go back to the Palace and unmask her! Then go and get your glorious death - if that's what you really want!. I gently move your body so your back is now resting on the soft, warm sand. I then remove your bra, and continue to massage your breasts with my hands. You moan softly as my warm lips and tongue now take over, stimulating your erect ruby-red nipples. My hands are now free to roam and explore your body. I caress the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, and can feel your muscles tighten as my hand approach your vaginal area. I move my hands with deliberate motions, slowly approaching this most.