Chapter 4

Her father looked sternly at the men, "How many times have I told you that with women it is satisfactory to affirm your superiority over them gradually. If you threaten them, your entertainment with them is consistently dissatisfying. Isn't it better to have a voluntary prey than an unresponsive lump of wood?"

The chief gazed immodestly at her mother, licking his lips absently. Unexpectedly he returned from his contemplations and seemed settled on a course of action.

The chief regarded the lovely wife in front of him. Her ginger blonde hair reached below her shoulders and her simple dress did nothing to hide her well-developed breasts that jutted provocatively, tightly sprawling the delicate material of her coat that had been somewhat yanked from her shoulders. His eyes fixed on her slender white legs revealed graciously by his oversight underlings and traveled them from her generously turned ankles to the covered womanhood. Though her mound was hidden by subtle undergarments,