You give it a go.

As soon as the trio left you breathe a big sigh of relief and collapse onto the couch by the shaking widow's side. "Damn, that was close!" You grumble and she nods her head silently not looking up even when she agrees with your assessment. With the trembling woman by your side and a squalling baby in the adjoining room, it doesn't take long for you to decide on your next course of action.

"Go get your boy." You tell her. "We're getting out of here before those three or others like them come back looking for something more than a peep show." The buxom woman by your side is clearly stunned by your announcement.

"You're not going to have sex with me?" She asks softly still staring down at her chained hands that are twisting on her lap instead of at you.

"Oh, I think I will soon enough," you tell her with a gentle slap on her firm thigh. "But I told you once already, I don't plan on **** you. When I do get down to business, it won't be in a room with a busted door surrounded by pussy-hunting soldiers and a baby crying loudly enough to make my ears pop."

"Thank-you, Rider." Her whisper is so soft you barely hear her, but something in her quiet demeanor makes you look forward to the time when you do get to gently spread her legs and remind this pretty young widow what it feels like to have a man filling her. You are surprised and a little annoyed at how protective your feelings are for this captive, and when she begins to pull up her dress again you decide to remind her (and you) of her new status.

"Leave that be." You tell her firmly. "In fact, lose the dress. You're going to walk down from the Citadel just as naked as all the other fine ladies of Athenapolis." She pales slightly at the news, but after turning modestly away she slips the tunic over her hips and steps out of the pile of fine cotton as naked as a **** on the auction block. From this angle you get to admire the curve of her ass and thigh. Definitely curvier than Relia; with her flaring hips and milk-swollen tits she'd be a hit in any bar or brothel if you decide to sell her.

She bites her lower lip as you move to her side, but neither fights nor protests as you run your hands along her exposed skin. By the gods, her plump tits feel good in your hands as does her rounded ass and smooth skin of her inner thighs.

"Please..." she whispers when your fingers trace the warm lips of her cunt. "You said you wouldn't." Undoubtable she could also feel the hard outline of your cock pressing against her ass as you teased her delicate petals and stroke the nub of flesh at the top of her slit. The buxom beauty is only slightly shorter than you and when you bury your face in her hair, your lips are at just the right height to whisper into her ear.

"I said I wouldn't **** you, not that I wasn't going to touch you, my lovely little pet." It was with no small amount of effort that you release her and send her on the way with a slap on her firm backside. Your decision to leave while you still can was a solid one and changing it just because of how good her milk-filled tits feel makes no sense at all.

A few minutes later you had a rope around her neck like a make-shift collar, and the basket of linens, (a half dozen clean ones folded neatly on top of a good number of soiled ones packed around the precious maps and rutters) strapped to her back. Judging by the way the basket's straps bite into the soft skin of her shoulders, you judge that this is the first time she has ever carried this woven basket like this.

You let the widow carry her baby as well, and thankfully the child quickly quiets as he finds one of his mother's teats and begins to suckle on it with a healthy appetite. Your mouth waters as you see the chubby-faced babe suckling at his mother's swollen tits, soon that will be you. After that moment of hesitation, you secrete the sack of coins you found in the blankets bundled around the infant. It is best, you decide to let anyone searching for illicit plunder find something, and if the bag holds as little as the other two sacks that the hoplites found, it will be a small price to pay compared to the value of the Lord Rider's private notes and maps hidden in the basket.