“Works for me.”Dara gestured for him to follow her down the hill, trying not to disturb her father. “I can’t believe you missed it. We didn’...t have any trouble when we went looking on the way in.”“I’ve been paddling up and down the far side of the island since I left. I must be blind.”“Well, you were looking for a secluded spot.”“True,” he answered, and then chuckled.Chase steadied the canoe while Dara made her way to the front. Without a seat, she had to sit on the bottom, but the journey. I knew from counseling Alexis and Jen and now Laquesha that some concubines had suffered greatly under bad owners, but I cannot imagine how it must have been for you.I'd like to be able to claim that your first statement surprised me, but sadly, unlike the younger concubines in this household, I've seen what the promise of power can do to many men. Some can be stronger than it, like I'm guessing Will tries to be.I'm afraid I have never been formally introduced to the man, and his paranoia. Yes, she was totally drenched for this angelic stranger. This savior that had rescued her from her dreary daily routine. But all that was lost form her mind then moment he touched her clit. His tongue worked furiously back and forth over it. He took it betweenhis teeth and tugged on it. Her reaction….she jumped, she shook, her body became alive with sensation. He worked for nearly an hour on her pussy and clit, fucking her with his tongue until she came hard. then sliding his tongue all over. Try as she might to let go, she started to find his cologne offensive and every time he whispered in her ear she was reminded that he wasn’t Ryan. She was sure that was nothing another few drinks wouldn’t fix. … ‘Ugh.’ Gemma rolled out of bed, relieved to have woken up alone. Her mouth was dry. The last thing she needed was a hangover. Today was the first day of the nursery renovation and she needed to be chez Thompson, and on top form, in less than an hour. When she arrived, the painters were.