Guinevera Star was a woman full of surprises and Uther should have seen it coming or maybe he assumed what was coming which was why he had not moved to dress up and leave. Despite all he was, he was still a man and that was evident in the way he reacted when her hand grabbed a hold of him and the way her touch ignited a heat somewhere deep inside of him. Wrynn was far from a saint and when she moved to her knees and took him into her mouth he sighed deeply in an attempt to control his body's physical urges but failed.<br/>"You keep looking."<br/>He said coldly but his body betrayed his seriousness as he began to grow under the actions of her hands and her mouth, especially her tongue. The man was not embarrassed to let the madam do what she did best but he was not going to string her along and play mind games with her. The wide crown of his cock began to swell coaxing a milky bead to ooze out of the tip. The Marshall leaned back on his hands and looked down at her without a crack on his signature countenance.