I grabbed her ass hard and she moaned into my mouth.I again broke the kiss and glanced over at my wife. She was still leaning against her desk and was... biting her lips watching us. She saw me look at her and looked me right in the eyes. I noticed a look of lust and she wasn't even an active participant. "Undress her," my wife softly commanded.I turned back to Michelle and placed my hands at the bottom of her shirt. She raised her hands above her head as I peeled the tank top off of her body. Her. "What is your name my Saxon friend and what is your mission?" I am Alfrith my Lord and I am looking for he that is called the Norse-slayer. I bear messages from King Alfred, King of all the Saxons." Do you indeed? Well your quest is at an end my friend for I am Scott mac Fergus, sometimes known as the Norse-slayer. Come. Let us show you some highland hospitality and you can share your message with me."Scott turned and led off towards the hall-house, calling for some meat and drink to be served.. ‘You look wonderful, Lady Rose.’ I smiled. ‘Okay, you remember our deal, right? Into the bath water with you.’ Tilda smiled brightly, and began to strip right in front of me. I turned away quickly until I heard her splashing in the bath water. ‘Be sure to wash your hair and all your body.’ Tilda nodded happily. I moved over to the chair at Tilda’s back and sat. I towel dried my hair and began to run my fingers through it, trying to get it untangled. ‘There is a brush on the table, Lady Rose.’. Her mons pubis was baby-butt smooth and adorned with a black ‘Queen of Spades’ tattoo that was decorated with tiny roses and her labia was pierced with a gold c**t ring. To her side stood a tall black man that every white woman would devour with her eyes and then ask for more. His waist was covered with a minimal Polynesian style loin cloth that hardly covered his nice looking bulge. The Hostess introduced herself as Gloria and said she was the manager of the special events and hoped that.