When Derrick's hand brushed it's path up her flat stomach Ivy sighed deeply the exhalation turning to a purr of pleasure as his fingers reached her ripe breast. The stiffly engorged nubbin of her nipple was rigid beneath the ball of his thumb as he teased it.<br/><br/><strong>"As you wish sir knight."</strong>Ivy replied in response to Derrick's request to assist him in undressing.<br/><br/>Ivy's naked form pressed close, her smooth tanned flesh touching his frequently as she moved about him unbuckling straps and removing his armoured gear. The wench occasionally asked for instructions in removing the warriors garb, listening attentively to Derrick's explanations and seemed as interested in how one would fit the armour back on as she was in the details of removing it.<br/><br/>Interspersed with instructions on removing his armour Ivy chatted, seemingly idly asking for more information on Guard's manor. The questions seemed innocent enough, nothing that would indicate that she was a spy for some rival. It's exact location, the names of the manor's seneschal who governed in Derrick's absence and prominent staff and inquiries into Derrick's marital status and family.<br/><br/>After a short while only Derrick's underclothing remained. Ivy pressed her nubile body close against Derrick's back, her ample breasts flattening against his muscular body and the twin hard points of her hardened nipples discernible through his shirt. She brazenly reached around his waist and cupped her delicate hand to Derrick's crotch, feeling the size and weight of his manhood.<br/><br/><strong>"Mmmm, yes. That will be very acceptable"</strong>Ivy murmured to herself, apparently satisfied with what her fingers were exploring. Louder then and directly to Derrick she added.<strong>"You are generously endowed my lord."</strong>