In some way, though, it wasn’t important whether he was done. His next swing almost hit his thumb. It felt so good. She did not know how ‘loving’ was supposed to end. Despite its size, it hung there, ignoring gravity, suspended in the air, curving up in a lovely sweeping shape. She kindly wiped his face. The bellows was similar to the hand-held devices he often used to get a fire going in a Lord’s chamber but this one was gigantic. She spent the time trying to figure out how to start a fire. Still topless, she hugged Kivan. Now sober, she was not sure she liked knowing things about how he was in bed. “The cost of the lesson seems to be provided for” Zanhass replied, showing Kivan the purchase order. A little way in, he felt resistance. Kivan knew what they ought to do next but was equally ignorant as to the actual mechanics of the intimate act. He took his mouth off her delicious boob.
