I could tell she was on about her boyfriend. I hadn't fucked her for 3 months since she had got with him. "It's fine. I'll sort it." She said. "Please... do! I can't afford your home life impacting the office. You've been fantastic for me the last 3 years and I really don't want to get rid of you!" I saidPanic spread across her face. "Please sir! Don't fire me. I can barely afford the rent on my flat as it is! Please I'll improve. I'll work late. Whatever..."I raised my hand to quieten her. I. Suffice it to say that wherever Ian went he tried to help those he encountered.’ ‘My life and the lives of those who knew him will be smaller with his passing. For all of his accomplishments, on this day I simply mourn the loss of my friend.’ Nigel looked down at Ian’s body, covered by a white burial cloth. The silk shifted in the wind, the golden figure of a dragon emblazoned upon it moved as if it were about to take wing. ‘How did it come to this mate,’ Nigel thought as he slowly moved aside. She nibbled again at the bud of her clitoris, probing it softly with her tongue, hearing Beatrice start with another long, slow soft moan. It was music to her ears and she knew how to play this tune very well.She suddenly bit down on the woman's clit. The moan was choked off with a gasp. She bit down again on it and Beatrice rewarded her efforts with another gasp. The girl found the new rhythm, and soon the gasps smoothed out.A long, delicious "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" filled the room as Beatrice. With an uncertain time to wait, Robyn resumed her persona as a traveling healer, with Pēteris her apprentice and Miriam her guard and companion. She quickly endeared herself with the innkeeper by ridding the inn of bedbugs and other insect pests, and by increasing his trade when the village and surrounding farms knew of a healer’s presence.Their early morning sparring, practice, and exercise in the inn’s courtyard, quickly became an expected norm, and the serving wench knew to have hot water.