Llisanya waited in a dark alley for Diamander’s Queer to show up. Professional that she was, she had done her research as soon as she had gotten into town; this was the shortest way from the Raven’s Roost to her victim’s abode.
She was sure that like any self-confident young man her target would take the shortest route home, heedless of the dangers lurking in a dark alley on an overcast night that hid the moon. In her profession, fearless young men were the easiest to ‘take care of’.
She was cold as usual, bare breasted as she was under her fox furs. She had been standing there for three hours with her dagger, waiting with nothing to think about but the fact that this was the same alley where she had killed Mommy.
She stood there with guilt weighing heavy on her mind. She should not have killed Mommy. She thought of Daddy on top of her, forcing his mouth onto hers, thrusting his hard dick in and out as he huffed and panted and shot his load. She had blamed Mommy for leaving and not protecting her but over the years she grew to doubt Mommy would have tried to talk Daddy out of those plans he had had of selling his own daughter to a slaver for drinking money.
She tried to push aside the guilt of how good Daddy’s big cock felt. She remembered his beery kisses and the taste of his cum. She stomped her feet to keep warm. “Bristlebane!” she swore under her breath.
“It’s cold here” Sam complained.
“That’s because you are only wearing that blood soaked shirt” she admonished him. Surely Sam was not a ghost. He was just a figment of her imagination.
Llisanya remembered a man who once tried to hire her to kill his foe. Her would-be employer had been a nervous man, drinking whiskey after whiskey from shot glasses held in shaking hands. Fearful eyes darted around the tavern as if his nemesis would be appearing at any moment.
“I did not mean to kill him” he had explained to Llisanya. “I only meant to rob him! He knows that! But he wants revenge.”
Llisanya had sought clarification. “He’s already dead?!!”
The fellow had grabbed Llisanya’s hand just then, desperate for her help. “Of course he’s dead! That’s why he’s so dangerous! He can walk though walls. Locked doors don’t stop him...and...and...and he’s going to get me if you don’t whack him!”
“I can’t kill a specter” she had told the lunatic as she angrily pushed the fee back at him across the table. “You need a Cleric...or a Druid...or something.”
Llisanya looked at Sam as he stood there looking back at her. She didn’t believe in ghosts. She was seeing things. She must’ve eaten something that disagreed with her.
“Mommy owed you no obligation to stay with Daddy on your behalf” Sam told her. “Even if Mommy had been your real mother there would have still been no obligation to stay.”
She knew then Sam was just in her head. Sam would not have known anything about Mommy. She felt a feeling of intense relief to know it was just her nerves. “You’re not real, Sam.”
Sam was gone, leaving Llisanya alone with no more hallucinations. Staying up half the night in a frozen alley was not helping her maintain her sanity.
Now thankfully alone, Llisanya mulled over the nature of the upcoming assassination. In a moment of weakness, she had promised Diamander she would be quick about it but the terms set out in Lord Vishra’s instructions required she follow a certain protocol that would not allow death to be instant.
Way over in the vicinity of the Raven’s Roost the hoots of drunken laughter emptying out into the street told Llisanya it was closing time. The shouts soon quieted as the bulk of drinkers ambled off in various directions.
The lucky ones would have an arm around the waist of a willing wench; running their hands under warm furs to cup a soft breast. The unlucky ones were headed to Guðrun’s, the local cat house, looking for an after-hour drink or female company. Back in Qeynos, Fiona would be telling the girls to get ready. “It’s last call, Ladies. Closing time over at the Mermaid’s Lure. Freshen up! The boys will be coming by!”
Soon there was just a few angry voices from the last few drunks refusing to leave the Raven’s Roost, arguing with the bouncers and a passing patrol of Vårðr that they had not finished their ales. Llisanya waited in the dark with nothing to do but listen to the Vårðr reminding the drunks that if they did not wish to leave the premises the unheated jail cells were currently empty.
There was no further protest.
In the resulting silence, Llisanya watched her breath freeze every time she huffed an impatient huff. Pairs of men and women were climbing into warm beds, giggling and coupling. Working Girls were making five silver for each hour’s love. Llisanya she stood there shivering.
The lateness of the hour negated the chances of some passerby coming along and interrupting everything but there was always a chance that the Vårðr would deviate from their regular rounds and veer off into Llisanya’s alley for a quick sip of mead to fight the cold. They might suspiciously ask of her her business.
She hoped that the grateful bouncers had invited the Vårðr in for some ales by the dying coals of the tavern fire and that she would be left alone to do her work. She still had not decided about the nature of the execution. Quick or slow? She could not do both; she could not meet the expectations of both Vishra men. She was comforted to know that whatever happened, neither of the two Vishras would ever know how things really went down in this dark lane except for what she told each man. She doubted either of them would speak of this night to the other and compare stories.
As another half hour went by, she began to suspect Diamander’s ex-boyfriend had not acted as she had predicted. He must have prudently taken another way home. Too stupid to keep his mouth shut about Diamander and Cadwarra, was he smart enough to know he had pushed things to a point where he best not walk through lonely dark passageways?
She started thinking about leaving. She wasn’t going to stand there until dawn began to lighten the sky, was she? She would wait a little longer, she decided.
Yet another half hour went by. The clouds above parted and the full moon lit the alley. She would have preferred to do things in darkness but it could not be helped now. She withdrew into a dark corner.
At last there was the squeaking of dry snow under someone’s approaching footsteps. An inebriated figure staggered down the alley from the direction of the Raven’s Roost. Slurred words whispered very quietly in conversation with himself still reached Llisanya’s half-Elven ears. “Those fuckin’ Vishras can’t tell me to shuddup. I’ll say whad’I wanna say about sucking on Diamander’s big cock. House Vishra has no power here. The truth hurts, does it!?”
Not yet seeing Llisanya in her hiding place, the drunk was still angrily muttering and slurring his words. “Fuck Diamander fer leavin’ me! Fuck’m to the deepest depths of Ro! And fuck that whore Cad’arra, too!!” He grew angrier. “Fuckin’ cock-slut-teaser! She duzen’ d’zerve’im!”
Llisanya almost felt sorry for the young man. After all this time, he was still not letting go of his lover’s ‘betrayal’. Surely he could find solace from a couple of gay fellows in New Halas that he could secretly suck off in the privacy of his room. No one need know. Llisanya concluded the pathetic fool must be mentally ill if he still was unable to accept he could not have Diamander and move on. It was all the more reason to shut him up. Wishing Diamander had been able to convince him, she fatalistically unbuttoned her fur jacket in preparation.
He lurched on, still uttering angry expletives. He did not see Llisanya until the last moment; only as she stepped innocently out of the shadows a few feet from him. She was holding out her left hand as if about to beg for a few copper if he could spare it.
He stopped and stared befuddled at the beggar. How annoying. This tiny slip of a Half Elf was blocking his path; a stupid silly female was going to bat her big blue eyes and expect him to believe some fable about needing a few coins to buy food for her hungry child or having a sick grandmother who needed expensive medicines.
He glared at Llisanya, too drunk to perceive some little Ayr’Dal beggar was any possible threat. Did he spot a hint of Dark Elf ancestry in her features? He did not like Dark Elves. He swung his inebriated hand at her as if intending to push her out of his path. He missed her by six inches. His hand fanned harmlessly past her chin. He barely managed to keep his balance. “Inky Cunt!” he simply said, angry at the world and resentful of a panhandler keeping him from his cozy bed. Through his drunken fog he wondered why the bitch’s jacket was unbuttoned on such a cold night.
Ignoring the ineffectual attempt to bat her aside, Llisanya shook her shoulders to make her foxfur jacket fall fully open. Her white breasts stood there in the moonlight, high and firm; a temptation to any sane man that wanted to rut with females. “You like these, don’t you, Big Boy? Five silver for an hour...”
‘Big Boy’ stared at Llisanya’s jutting tits. He saw the cold of the air was making her nipples hard. They rose high in sympathy with the goosebumps appearing all over her exposed bazoombas as the cold air hit bare skin. “My bed is so warm” she promised “you can suck on my nubs while we screw...”
He swayed unsteadily as he looked dispassionately at Llisanya’s chilled boob-bergs. Female body parts were no temptation to him. They disgusted him. His tone was sneering, his drunken words were rude. “Sure. I gossum coin fer yuh, Slutgirl. Just pull out a lovely big cock and ram it up my arse good ‘n’ deep and the five silvers is all yers...ha, ha, ha!”
Up until then, Llisanya had still not decided on a slow kill, as specified by the Marshal, or a fast kill, as requested by Diamander. She now reflected that in reality she had no decision to make. She had been hired by Lord Vishra to do things his way. Her promise to Diamander could not be kept. She would lie and tell him it had been quick but her obligation was to the Marshall. Besides, every man deserved to know why he was dying, even this jerk.
Diamander’s former boyfriend was still sneering at Llisanya’s pathetic attempt to seduce him when her blade flashed forward in her heretofore hidden right hand. The dagger drove deep into his throat, slicing halfway through his windpipe and severing his spinal chord.
He fell back against the wall. Uncomprehending of what had just happened he slid down onto the frosty ground, still leaning against the wall. Blood spilled out of his severed jugular onto the white snow.
He stared at his murderess. He could not feel his body. He could not move to defend himself. Though realizing that that bitch had just stabbed him in the throat he had not understood why. Had she done that just because he had insulted her? Just because he would not hire her? Just because he liked being buggered up the ass? He looked at Llisanya in disbelief of her pettiness. The moonlight gave her white skin a sickly yellow pallor.
Llisanya did not waste time admiring how well her blade had immobilized her target. No matter how remote the chance, someone might come along. She had to finish quickly. She leaned in close to her victim and spoke the required line.“You made a financial arrangement with Lord Vishra to keep your gob shut” she told him. “You were expected to honour that deal!”
Lord Vishra’s message delivered, Llisanya pulled her dagger from her victim’s neck and drove it into his heart.
Well before dawn, a baker heading to work found the body and fetched the Vårðr. The Vårðr did not much care. They assumed it was another souse who had insulted the wrong drinking companion over some minor disagreement and been ambushed for his lack of tact. These foreigners needed to drink more and talk less.
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Amber arrived at the Marshford Mansion about midnight. She dutifully cuddled with her future ‘Contractual Master’ and sipped some wine. It was an excellent vintage. She made sure it was not the stuff you buy from that little Ratonga fellow. What was his name? Sechus, she recalled.
Conversation was pleasant, although the Old Earl had gone on a little too long about the Marshford Family deciding to clear their position in the ruby market. It was information she would pass on to Uncle Triander so it was hardly a waste of time listening to his opinion on gem futures and precious stones. “Sages need rubies and opals to make spells for Mages and Wizards” he explained to Amber as his hand moved to cup her left breast. Of course she knew why rubies were so valuable. She appeared interested nonetheless. She lifted his other hand to put it on her right breast. She put her own hand on his penis, hoping it would be hard this time. She was disappointed.
Marshford seemed embarrassed. Perhaps she had failed to hide her frustration at his soft state. “I still have not found that Ellister fellow” Marshford apologized “when I get ahold of one of his All Night Long charms, you’re gonna get what I owe you. Trust me, My Dear.”
Amber realized she had insulted the Earl. She would need to make it up to him. “I will wait patiently for whenever this inconsiderate Ellister fellow finally shows up and services his customers“ she assured her soft-dicked lover. “Meanwhile, I am enjoying just being with you.” It was not untrue. She liked Earl Marshford and that was making her want to fuck the old pervert even more.
Amber climbed on top. She stuck a nipple in Marshford’s mouth and started humping his leg. Despite his gentle hands caressing her little round rump, she could feel he was still soft. She pulled her breast from his sucking lips and kissed him hard. Her tongue flicked into his mouth.
She still did not feel Marshford’s prick growing. She broke off the kiss with a satisfyingly loud smack. Even Countess Marshford, trying to enjoy a good night’s uninterrupted sleep three bedrooms down, would have been wakened by the sound of the smack. But it did not awaken the Earl’s prick.
Amber was not doing her duty to her Lord and this was not the first time she had failed. This situation was happening more these days. She was not sure what else to try. She paused to think, still pressing her body against his.
When Amber was a young girl, way back when she had finally gotten her newbies, Mama had started explaining what she would need to do with the senior gentlemen that would soon be wanting her. Mama had explained that older men sometimes could not ‘get it up’.
“There’ll be days like that” Mama said. “The older men stay soft in situations when younger males cannot help but be hard. Wanting to prove their manhood, they put pressure on themselves to get stiff. That just makes it worse”
Amber had asked what was she to do. “If your lover is in that predicament, Amber, start talking about business. It takes their minds off things. That often works.”
Amber would try that with Earl Marshford. She stopped masturbating on top of the Old Earl and returned to cuddling. “You were talking about rubies, Sweetie...”
“Oh, yes, My Dear. Those rubies...we nearly cornered the market...then we hear about this hush-hush Russeau venture...”
Amber put her arms around Marshford affectionately. “Do you really think the Russeau House is opening up a new ruby mine?” As Marshford explained the situation which his industrial spies had observed, Amber pretended mere mild interest. She in fact paid close attention. Uncle Triander would want to know every detail.
Earl Marshford eventually fell asleep, still not achieving an erection but very sure of the financial maneuvers he would be making. He was a nice man and Amber would have stayed to sleep with him if only she did not have other things to do, not the least of which was getting a good fucking.
Amber kissed Marshford’s sleeping lips and got into her waiting coach. “Don’t take me home yet” she told the Coachman as the Page handed her a hot cider. She passed a slip of paper to the Coachman. “Take me to this address.”
It was a short ride to the destination. The neighbourhood was not prestigious but was safe. “Make sure you and the Coachman have all the hot cider you need to keep warm” she instructed the Page as she alighted. “I will not be too long.” She was a little proud that she had thought to be kind to the servants. Cadwarra must have been rubbing off on her.
Lord Vishra’s Ugly Clerk was a light sleeper. He never knew when a light tap on the door signified that the Vishra Family needed his services. He opened his door expecting Baltazar to be there with a message from the Marshall. He was surprised to see it was Lady Amber. He was embarrassed to have her see he lived in a one room bedsitter.
Amber saw a look of concern in the Clerk’s eyes, wondering what had happened that Amber would need to be calling on behalf of her Father. Cadwarra was right: he did have nice eyes. “Everything is fine” Amber assured the Clerk as she stepped into his room without an invite and hung up her cloak.
She started unbuttoning her silk blouse. Even before her shirt was undone the Clerk could see her nipples already stood tall above her areola. Amber did not attempt to hide them. “I just need to you to fuck me as good as you did on your desk the other day.”
The Clerk knew it was not very wise to give in to Amber’s demand. It was bad enough what he did that day in the office when Cadwarra and Amber were practicing combat...in the nude for some reason. Lady Amber had suddenly walked into the outer office to interrupt his work. Naked, she had demanded she receive the same level of loving as Lady Cadwarra had had with him a few hours previous.
The Clerk had been foolishly flattered to have such a young girl offer herself to him. Made too horny by the invitation that her youthful breasts and smooth thighs extended to him, he had taken her with as much energy as he had earlier taken Viscountess Cadwarra.
But he had been allowed to screw Lady Cadwarra that day, clutching her big tits in his hands as he rammed between her widespread legs right there on the practice mats. He had had no such authorization to do anything with a Vishra Daughter that late afternoon and he had no such authorization to do anything now. He knew he should not be fornicating regularly with Lady Amber. There would be complications.
He thought of that Tonmerk kid. He knew Young Pavel Tonmerk had not run away to Freeport after having cruelly taken advantage of Lady Amber. Though the Clerk was confident he would not feel Llisanya’s blade slicing his throat in the manner she used to dispatch Young Tonmerk, he still did not need to suffer Lord Vishra’s displeasure.
Amber’s top was now completely off. She hung it on a bed post and turned to let the unattractive Clerk use his kind eyes to enjoy the sight of her bared chest. She undid the lacings of her long skirt. It dropped to the floor.
The Clerk beheld Amber’s nakedness. She had such a young body. Only the presence of her cute little nipple-topped b-cups and thin strip of honey-brown pubic hair established that she was by law old enough to give consent.
That hardly simplified the matter, though. The Clerk knew he was in a no-win situation. It was not just the fear of Lord Vishra’s anger that made him hesitate to take what was being offered. He owed Lord Vishra great loyalty and had no desire to betray him.
On the other hand, he dare not refuse Lady Amber. She was beginning to act like a grown up and a grown up that was showing great political acumen. He suspected that while Lady Amber genuinely wanted a fuck, she had ulterior motives for dropping by to get him into bed so late into the evening. He therefore did not know what were the consequences of rebuffing her.
Amber stood there patiently. Not a stupid girl, she guessed the dilemma the Clerk was mulling over in his mind. She knew he would eventually give in to the temptation of her body, though. All the boys eventually gave in.
The Clerk’s heart was beating hard, caused by both lust and anxiety. He fervently wished Lady Amber had not come by. If she rescinded her offer; if she reached down to pull her skirt back on; if she ordered him to never speak of her recklessness in coming here tonight...
If she just did that, he could jerk off and go back to sleep and never speak of this abortive visit from a Vishra Daughter too young for him to be fucking. Yet his cock was now fully up, made turgid by the prospect of another screw with Young Lady Amber, fraught as it was with hazard.
Amber waited for the Clerk to make up his mind. Her youthful body was slim. Her hips were still boyish. Her stomach was flat, her small breasts perky, the nipples impossibly hard. As he studied Amber’s exposed assets, the Clerk’s ever-present awareness of his lonely ache for affection made him glad that Amber had not wisely pulled her clothes back on.
Amber saw by the bulge in the Clerk’s pajamas she would eventually have her way. She remembered how he had got on top of her the day she had practiced pikes with Cadwarra in the training area of Papa’s office. Cadwarra had said he was a good lay then did not stop her from going to the clerk and finding out for herself. The clerk had done her missionary right there on his desk. He had taken care to ensure Amber had cum. Only then had he cum too.
Amber decided not to wait for the hesitant Clerk to make the first move. She stepped forward. She pulled off his pajamas. She giggled when his bottoms came down and his hard cock sprang up so eagerly. The tip hit her chin. She gave it a kiss. Playfully she grabbed him mid-shaft and pulled him to his bed. “Don’t waste too much time on foreplay” she instructed. “Lord Marshford already did a good job of that before he fell asleep, poor fellow.”
Amber did not seem to be feeling any guilt about abandoning Lord Marshford. She was on her back in bed, still gripping the Clerk’s thankfully hard prick. She guided him in.
She had spoken correctly: she was very wet in there. He slid in as far as his erection could penetrate, at first fucking slowly like a considerate Gentleman should, allowing her vagina to adjust.
“That feels nice” Amber sighed then suddenly seemed to change the subject. “I need to find a High Elf named Ellister. Do you know him?”
“I do, Lady Amber.” So that was what she wanted; someone needed to find that fag Ellister for her. That was the price that needed to be paid for the privilege of fucking Lady Amber’s perfect little body.
There was danger in helping Lady Amber too much. The Clerk calculated that if he was not too careful he was going to be seeing Lady Amber’s gorgeous butt in his small room every time she wanted some difficult service performed or needed to know some confidential secret. While his prick felt so good nestled in her wet box he knew it would be better if this night had never happened
The Clerk tried to guess which of Ellister’s totems or charms Amber wanted and why. Pondering, he kissed her forehead and increased his thrusting to a moderate pace, letting Lady Amber know the feel of a mature man rather than the inexperienced cocks of her teenage lover’s that had pounded away that day she and Lady Arleena Bowerbrook had had that unsupervised party in Oakmyst Wood.
The Clerk had known all about that sex party. He had paid informants among Amber’s schoolmates, beginning well before Amber had lost her virginity with that cad Pavel Tonmerk.
It had been easy to recruit the informers. He merely identified which members of Amber’s class found it hard to raise the finances required to be clothed in the same style wealthier students could easily afford. The Clerk had hired a couple of the smarter paupers to keep him abreast of Amber’s misadventures.
While he was never so crass as to tell Lord Vishra too much detail in subsequent reports of Amber’s sex life, he had kept the Marshall respectfully informed as to which boys from which families had taken their pleasure with her and how often. One of his informants even reported on himself; he was so proud of his performance on the particular night in question. He boastfully recounted the repeated lovings that night in lurid detail.
These tales of Amber’s promiscuity had always titillated the Clerk, jealous to think of those lucky but undeserving boys touching Amber Vishra’s blossoming body. He would often reread the ribald reports and jerk off. He especially loved the accounts of the boys that lost their virginities to Amber.
The Clerk looked down at Amber, enjoying the grip of her tight snatch around his cock. He imagined the many not-yet-fully-grown cocks she had had inside her, the sperm of each inexperienced boy erupting way too soon. The Clerk held both of Amber’s breasts, feeling the mushy softness of female mounds as his fingers dug in. His thumbs circled repeatedly over her tall spongy nipples. The nips rolled and bent and popped back up under his thumb-tip explorations. The fuck he was enjoying was worth the price he would need to pay.
“Ellister seems to have gone into hiding. I suggest I direct Baltazar to track him down. I believe I can defray the cost of hiring Baltazar by telling him he is on Vishra business. That won’t be too much of a lie. He’ll perform the task under his current monthly retainer with House Vishra.”
“Perfect!”Amber replied and lay there compliantly as the Clerk kneaded and pulled on her tits. She looked down to watch his hard cock sliding back and forth, wet with her lubrication. It felt good pushing in as far as it could reach.
Business complete, Amber was now free to enjoy the screwing. She asked one of those silly questions a contented women often asked while in bed. “What are you thinking about?” Like all women, she sought intimate conversation to complement the physical intimacy she was experiencing.
The Clerk did not lie. ”I am thinking about all the other lovers you have had. I’m envious.”
Amber wrapped her calves around the back of the Clerk’s thighs and urgently pulled him closer, signaling he could start to go faster. “Why worry about them? You have me now, not those immature sillies.”
The Clerk quickened his fucking, enjoying Lady Amber’s tight and slippery quim. Her pussy juice was making a mess of his sheets but he did not care. Tomorrow was laundry day, afterall.
Amber liked the increase in speed. “Maybe I need to come visit you more often to stop you being so jealous” she threatened.
Lustful desires aside, the Clerk found Amber’s suggestion of a regular bedding with her to be disquieting. Amber would expect return favours be paid for such frequent access to her pussy. Moreover, too many visits would eventually come to Lord Vishra’s attention. That was not good. “I would quite enjoy such visits“ he lied to his employer’s daughter.
Amber looked up at him. He could tell her next question was not mere pillow talk. “When you said you envied my other lovers, does that include my cousin, Diamander?”
The Clerk took a very brief moment to consider the question, not slowing his hips. He had to think fast. He had not been aware of Lady Amber’s incestuous activity. If she had done such a thing it would explain a few things he had been puzzling about. On the other hand, maybe it was Amber just testing his honesty with some absurd scenario. If it was not true and he said he knew all about it, he would be exposed as a liar who did not know as much as he let on.
“Yes” he replied “I am very jealous of your cousin.”
He could see by Lady Amber’s reaction he has guessed right; she had fucked her own cousin. What a sick little teenager she was! He began fucking her really fast, turned on to think that that vixen would really do such a thing.
“I need to know” Amber grunted under his eager pounding “where has Lord Diamander gone and when is he coming back? Mama says I can’t fuck him anymore, but I really like his big cock.”
“Lady Amber” he answered reluctantly as his rapid thrusting continued unabated “Lord Diamander and Llisanya are in New Halas on family business. They are expected to return before winter. I cannot give you more information in that regard.”
The Clerk was glad to see Amber accepted his refusal to explain the New Halas mission further. He needed to establish early that he would not be telling her all things that pertained to Lord Vishra’s dealings.
“So” Amber prompted as she moved her hips to match the Clerk’s own thrusting “am I then safe to assume this voyage had nothing to do with me fucking Diamander one afternoon?”
Not wanting to admit he was not sure if Amber’s indiscretion had influenced the decision to send Diamander away the Clerk volunteered a statement that was technically true but not totally honest. “I am not aware that your affection for your cousin had anything to do with Lord Diamander’s absence.” He hated giving up even that amount of information, but Lady Amber had such a fuckable body. He did not want her to get mad and make him stop what he was doing. Not when he was so close to completion.
Amber seemed to accept that there was only so much that the Clerk would divulge. She was enjoying the way he used his cock too much to argue, anyway. Her brow began to furrow in a telltale sign that a female orgasm was approaching. “I am almost there” she told the pistoning Clerk “please don’t cum until I do.”
He obeyed Lady Amber. The neighbours woke to hear her vocal climax.
The Clerk did not take much longer. Maybe it was Amber’s imagination, but it felt like a huge volume of semen surged from his cock as he came.
The Coachman and Page had to help Lady Amber up into the coach. The Page handed her a hot cider and wondered what had happened to tire Lady Amber so.
The Coachman did not wonder. He certainly could see what this particular stop had been for. He could not help but think of Lady Cadwarra, making love to him in that very coach with her big breasts crushed into his chest.