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86 inside? ouch

**In a small cove and on a beach, just south of the Port of Kamras**

.. I look alot most tense , but then seem to calm some at the sight of your sexy little body .. L:ooking you over an ihn before taking the pack and the tent and starting to load it up on the kaiila's back ..

A look down to you then again and I speak with a low tone as I continue working..

"girl , take those boots and silks off .. I want you naked, with a slaves cloak.."

..I toss you a thin , simple cloak then ..

5 30 pm 94 degrees heat index 120

inside 86
That is all......

Nope

Yes, very necessary.

sips my drink up at the bar

Looks over and returns a smile

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Good picture. i like the part about being a dirty slut. Laughing.

**In a small cove and on a beach, just south of the Port of Kamras**

.. I don't seem to respond to your constant taunting , but my silence speaks alot , and it is not good for you ..

But when you speak in the native tongue to Mandla , my eyers blaze and I turn sharply toward you , might height and size an imposing stance as I step towards you , your kaiila sensing the danger in my thoughts as it moves some and dances in apprehension..

"This is your first and final warning .. You will not speak to him in that speech again .. You are not back in your Palace anymore and those smirks and looks will only bring the worst out of me .."

..Looking you dead in the eyes , and then a glancing glare to Mandla , He nods in response..

sees the man walking in and gives him a friendly smile

Walks in

The hand that gripped her long mane was huge but then again every part of you is huge,as my head tilts back and your eyes lock into the deep pools of night,unspoken words were said momentarily before a soft rasp escaped lips ..."yes Master".

Moving back and lifting to feet before turning towards the tent her eyes roamed over your chiselled form and a sweep of tongue moistened her suddenly dry lips.

Packing up the sleeping fur securing it with leather straps ,gathering up the discarded shirt bringing it up to her face she drew in the scent a mix of sweat and that manly scent that was so distinctively you.
Soon the items were secured and the pack thrown over her shoulder as she moved out side and begun bringing the tent down.
Small beads of moisture dotted the bridge of her nose but soon it was rolled and tied and ready for Master to load.

Crossing the area her dark orbs catching sight of the Mistress being hoisted up on the beast and secured ,djinns face show no emotion as she nears where Master is standing ,his things packed securely ,words of conversation cross the air but she pays no notice to it.

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i'm quite familiar with that mode.

Oh i've been there too. And used very heavily while in that mode.

Obeserving the slave with her pale hair and skin, the few ehns study Paesyn would turn to the man who owned her

That one is going to be worthless if you leave her to the sun's rays.

Yes, it projects inferiority but at the same time it's sort of uplifting to emulate the Superior Female Gender. Conflicting and harmonious at the same time--if that makes sense.

thanks the bartender for the drink and looks around the place