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“Not in a place like this Only out there” He nodded into the darkness, toward the desert and hills “They’re serious about their dinner, then?”
“Oh, yeah Aren’t we all? Nalanced toward the here thethe candles at the dinner table “If they don’t kill one another or someone else as the predinner sport, they have a pretty reasonable a” He flashed a grin, gave Dev a quick once-over in his for to be in there, you’ll find out what I et to be part of it Don’t know if that means you’re a lucky or sorry bastard”
“Hey, Bill Rattle your dags, mate Don’t want to handle this on ht of the open barn Bill gave Dev a nod and headed in that direction Dev heard the shrill whinny of a horse, and Bill’s pace increased, as if he had cause for alar brusquely and entered the barn without any apparent concern, so Dev relaxed
We’re ready for dinner, Dev Come meet me at my chair and see me seated
Dev took another look around in the dark For so, violent deliriu comments
Ah, fond memories Come to me, bushman This is just dinner
When he ca fro them, courtesy to a lady He didn’t realize he’d stopped dead in his tracks until his lady’s soft voice spoke in his mind
Dev? You look like a gaping trout Only she didn’t see she was the cause of it
He hadn’t seen her when she came down from her bath, before she went into the library She and her mother had shared the same build, because the dress she wore fit her perfectly The silk gold taffeta skirt fell to e between her breasts, there was a tiny row of decorative buttons down the front that had a sparkle to them She’d piled her hair on her head except for one artful lock that fell to her shoulder and lay in a curl above her right breast, rounded and high fro of the dress’s bodice She also wore another opal centerpiece at her throat andteardrops
The white dress gloves she’d donned fit her fingers and arhtly, erotic in the way they ht sheen all the way to her upper arms
In the service, he’d occasionally had the opportunity to view one of the scratchy filh the supply lines She was Grace Kelly, that tier that lovely lady had never projected
She’d reached her chair now and laid a hand on his ar like some kind of exotic perfued him to suck on her lips, bruise them to even riper fullness And that couldn’t help but make his to sith arousal With a sudden hunger that was uncanny, he i that rich taffeta rustle as he pushed it out of his way
She’d wanted hied it, and he hadn’t even needed the iven him However, as he should have expected, she wouldn’t be satisfied until he was about to explode out of his britches
Everything beneath is bare flesh Just garters and stockings When he dumbly pulled out her chair and she swept her skirt around her, he saw small heeled slippers A tiny bow on the top of each, with a scattering of dia fro of you Yourbeneathas a prop for my foot
Strewth, she was fair killing hiht her up to the table He noted then that Ian wasn’t looking particularly pleased, probably because she’d taken the seat at the head of the table, and Ruskin had taken the other head
However, he settled and rang the bell for the first course
The two female servants had been behind their Masters, and now Dev e a step back to the wall behind his lady’s chair With the vaive thelances He tried to ignore the fact that his interest went beyond si He wanted to knohat a third-mark servant looked like, how they acted
Did vampires choose their full servants for their beauty, or was that a side effect of getting that third ood looks? Because the to Ruskin’s was an Asian Indian na to the staff
She had dark hair nearly to her knees and wore a sapphire and silver sari withjewels that made her appear as a princess, except for her sub-lashed eyes down, hands folded It took hi from the shock of Danny, to notice the sari she as sheer, as was the halter piece beneath, so there was the suggestion of her sex and nipples beneath the flowing garments
When he shifted his gaze to the other, he recalled Ian had called her Chiyoko, and registered for the first tiht in Oz, when anti-Nip feeling still ran so high He didn’t have h Japanese villagers during his tour to know there was a difference between the eneh in war, he acknowledged there was often no time to sort out the difference, for either side
Again, silky black hair, and she wore a black cheongsasah to the waist, so that when she moved, it was possible to see the neat curve of naked arse, the dusky crease to her sex The frog clasp neckline followed the shoulder, but the front bodice was open cut, her breasts coaze A crisscross of ribbon over them held the shape of the dress and served to lift the small curves It appeared there were some kind of clamps on her nipples, screwed in to hold the between them