She broke their kiss and looked down to stare at the man's tight chest for a moment.  Her hands caressed him slowly.  Though he was thin, his muscles were clearly defined and sculpted.  She enjoyed the feel of his pecks and abs against her fingertips.<strong>"How is it a man like you hasn't found a wife yet, Shamlen? Surely some seductress has tried to ensare you by now."</strong>She smiled as his mouth attended to her neck, her fingers running up through his hair.<br/><br/>Her hips began to gyrate on Shamlen's throbbing bulge, coaxing it to come out and play.  Forward and back, she reveled in both directions.  Either her ass was pressing into his hands, or her sex was rubbing his crotch.  Lyari was enjoying herself more than she had in years.  She breathed in the scent in his hair, every sense having been ignited by the man.  If she didn't have the bar to watch over, she could see herself caring deeply for him.  The girl had never thought of settling down with anyone until that moment.  But she smiled just thinking of being his sex slave, his breeding mare, his betrothed for the rest of her life.