" Her grin grew wider and she lifted her left leg over my prone figure, deliberately raking her big toe softly across the head of my cock as she did s...o making it bounce from side to side like one of those springloaded rides you often see in playgrounds, i half expected it to make a "BOING!" noise. Now she was at my side and shifted her weight so she could turn to face me as she lifted her right leg across my chest and straddled me, her big brown eyes never leaving my gaze, "Fuck you are so. I’ve consumed way too much alcohol. This place looks and smells like a rubbish tip. I look and smell like a rubbish tip. I feel like a rubbish tip. My girlfriend has just run off with her gym instructor. I’ve been out of work for three months now. My savings are nearly depleted. I won’t be able to live here much longer because of that. I think I have wrecked this suit I borrowed from my best buddy. There’s a terrible storm raging outside. The local substation I think has been hit by lightning.. "Brittany? What are you doing here?" he asked curiously. His eyes lingered down over my breasts. "Nice top."I smiled. "Thank you," I replied. "I ask again, what are you doing here?" "Came to work out." I turned and went over to the exercise bike and climbed on slowly feeling his eyes on my behind. An hour later, and the gym was quiet. It was just Marcus and I working out. I climbed off the bike just as Marcus stood off the weights seat dripping in sweat."Well, I better get going," I said. “It’s a third the size of my father’s manor house. Our vestibule was a mud room.”Ellerie shot him a look. She’d once heard him introduce himself as being of House Tarwen, which Boktar had suggested was a barony in Larso, but he’d never otherwise spoken of his family in her presence.A tall, gray-haired man dressed in something resembling a butler’s suit came in. “I am Sedwin, Chief Steward to Baron Anders. You arrived sooner than we expected. The baron will see you now, in the Council.