Once home, Amber removed her chain mail and, now wearing nothing, plopped down unembarrassed on the bed for a nap. “I’ll get a nap in, but we need to eat something. Porn Who was this fool? The Butler’s ‘office’ was a storage room full of dry goods. His decisiveness was very attractive. He did not seem any more pleased with her than the housekeeper was. Had he been more experienced with women Diamander would have known the giggling was that of a young girl delighted to find out how pleasing her newest lover was. “I was hoping for something…hotter, Diamander.” The male next door started panting, the bed’s squeaking increased. What was she writing, Amber wondered. “I recommend the cucumber sandwiches, My Lady, or the salmon. The reprimand died when Lady
