Isobel went to the foot of the bed and released the knots about Frang's ankles. Frang made no sudden moves once released, allowing Isobel time to become accustomed to his freed state. He remained calmly in bed, waiting for Isobel to return. She timidly climbed back into bed, pulling the covers over her breasts.

"What would you do, my Lord?" Isobel asked.

"May I put my head between your legs and pleasure you, my Love?"

"After you deposited your seed in me? Are you certain, Frang?"

"Do you not take my seed in your own mouth, Isobel?"

"Aye, well is it not expected of a wife she do so? McTavish...