<div class="floatleft">(http://i66.tinypic.com/2diegso.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Duke and Monkey Back Rooms</strong><br/><br/>Mia's expression brightened a little, her exotic features lighting up.  Ah, here was something she understood!  In a place where she so often found herself confused, off-guard, it was strangely comforting to encounter others in a similar position.  She offered the first a tentative smile.  "Wives?  Where you are from, you have more than one?  And they all have lush bosoms?"  His words conjured images to her mind, and remembered sensations.  It was impossible to deny the pleasure she'd felt as hands squeezed her breasts, as lips teased her nipples.<br/><br/>"No, it wasn't like that."  Mia said, still with a hint of a smile on her lips.  "In truth, it was something I was unfamiliar with, as well.  He wasn't kissing my bosom... or rather, he stopped doing that."  She glanced at the innkeeper through lowered lashes before continuing.  "Rather, he placed his, as you say,<em>spear</em>, between my breasts, and, ah, moved."  At this, Mia blushed again, words somewhat escaping her.<br/><br/>This time, it is the assembled men that Mia glances at through her lashes, still flushed.  It was a difficult thing to communicate with words, even at the best of times.  And... something about their expectant eyes on her, about the compliments to her beauty, made her want to show them a little more.  Just a little.  Gracefully, Mia dropped to her knees, her delicate face upturned as she looked demurely up at them.  "I knelt before him like so."  She arched her back, just a little.  Her generous breasts strained gently against the fabric of her top, their shape emphasized by her pose.  From this angle, her cleavage appeared especially deep.  Inviting.  Mia lifted one hand, delicately tracing one finger down her neck, letting it drop into the valley between her breasts.  "And he placed his shaft here."  She tilted her head to the side, blinking.  "Is that more clear?"