takes the drink with a thank you
I let the slave kneel that for a moment. I looked her over and appraised her. The girl was lovely and nicely bodied. she would bring a decent price on a block given that she showed well and had the proper papers.I reached down and took the bota skin, pulling the stopper with My teeth and spitting it out, I squeezed the skin shooting the brew into My mouth. It was wet, It was good quality, and the first that I had drank in many days.
Looking at the slave
what are you called
Cabin
In My Cabin
Continuing on My path …………
Newly bathed - and squeaky clean - the feisty slave entered the Camp proper then paused to glance over those gathered before moving among them - and along the edge of the central fire.Strands of darkness shone in the light of the fires, bouncing against her back with each step. Her skin, now a shade of light brown thanks to the rays of Tor-Tu-Gor, was smooth and soft to the eyes - and to the touch.
Her voice lifted sweet, carried across the gathering as she greeted each Free with a smile.
sensing movement and looking up as I see the sweet bodied slave that I had sent for returning. The Turian style collars while still engraved with the owner of the slaves name, were harder to read then the collar of the slaves in the rest of lands
Peeking in and reading back as I lift a brow, thinking.
when she reached Him...
cocoa eyes ldrank in His masculine features
as the slave sank to her knees before Him
with thighs painfully wide
she lifted the bota
placing it in His graspYour paga Master, might larl be of further use?
she took the steps
aall but running to grab a bota of paga
from the wall, having been filled that morning
she tucked it beneath her arm and left the wagon
she was curious as to whom He might be
with a sway of Hips
ample breasts moved beautifully beneath the kalmak she wore
padding to the fire and the man waiting there
skin Sunkissed by tor tu gor...tiny feet took her to His feet
watching the slave as she moves past, noting that she is nicely flanked.I smiled it had been a long hard ride. Moving over to a box near one of the fires and sits down for a moment.
Walking out here after a long busy day…Wondering who is around…Amish girls get extra credit
hearing His voice echo across the camp...she hurried towards wthe serving wagon while speaking as she passed HimYes Master
hurrying to the serving wagon
while keeping an eye on the one she'd never before seen
spotting a slave girlyou girl. fetch Me a bottle or bota of paga to wash the dirt from My throat
looking about, spotting some other boys and a few slaves moving about. I called to one of the other boysTake My lance to the wagon of Maclaw. Tell whoever is keeping it that I will be there to claim it soon
larl having been pulled in to a lap.
she was not expecting
the man kissed her chdeeek as she screamed from being startled...
when she was released to serve others
she lipped from Him with a grin
moving off giggling
stops a waitress and orders another drink
stopping the kaiila, then sinking the lance into the ground beside Me. I dropped the reins and stretched My back before swinging My leg over the saddle as I drop to the ground.Glancing around and noting that My arrival has drawn the attention of some. Looking to one side and seeing a boy wanting in wonder at the Rider that acted like one of them but he had never saw before.
Boy, take My kaiila to the pens and have the slaves there care for him.
looks in *
having noted a lone rider stopped by the riders.
she saw the kaiila, hoping it was His
but having seen one she knew not
larl in her larl like grace looked through dark eyes
a hand raked back long strands of cocoa from her face
tender feet moved to the fire
having noted a lone rider stopped by the riders.
she saw the kaiila