I will make you happy. If thatmeans talking to you, or giving massages, or fucking you, I will doit.” It was my turn to be nervous, I could ...feel the blood rushingto my cheeks. Also to my cock! I wanted her very badly at thatmoment. “I reserved a room over in the MacDonald Hotel, and if youwant to, I will show you how much I’m willing to do for you! Nostrings attached – if you don’t want a mistress I’ll understand.”Somewhere in the conversation. She remembered giving it to the girl a few weeks before, and wondered why on earth she'd worn it during her few hours off-duty today. Her chestnut hair was burnished, but somewhat tumbled, as though...As though she'd been dragged through a hedge, thought Isabella.Or, perhaps, had just had a sexual romp with Tom Fisher!Her skin felt suddenly sensitive inside the satin dress she wore, and she shivered. The girls walked out of sight, as they entered the kitchen below. Isabella walked along the. As if on cue she placed a hand behind my head pulling me closer to her breasts & the other hand moved to the zip of my pant.She fumbled so helped her undo it & loosened my belt, she played with my dick over the underwear & kept jerking it. Loved the way she played with it, no roughness yet all the hunger in it, finally she pulled the underwear down & took my dick in her hand, pressed it, jerked it, rubbed the head & started playing with my balls. I placed my hands on her thighs, parted her legs. No, the men he has with them are not members of our legions. They’re something else; imposters, perhaps. Or, worse, a rogue contingent of some kind.”“‘Rogue contingent’?” Joric questioned quietly, his brow creased. “Heading to Wenland? Why would a ‘rogue contingent’ head to Wenland? Did no one question them?”“Who would?” Radu snorted. “The success of the Guards in its short life is legendary; they are considered the elite. Even the Imperial Guard defers to them in many matters; a situation.