Let's see what you might have in mind shall we?

the female slaves had been placed behind the second wagon and the two males slaves behind the last wagon in line. I was not too keen returning with male slaves. Even in the heavy chains of a work slaves, they could still not be trusted. But in this case they were two more beasts to carry our spoils.

None wished to pick them so they will be sold to the public slave wagon in the camp.At best their sale might only bring a dozen copper tarsks each if that. Once in a while there would be a slaver at one of the arranged vendors markets. They would buy the males to be sometimes so that they could be transported and sold in Port Kar as galley slaves or to one of the mines.

Hearing the last
Turns eyes widen seeing you

care to scene with me somewhere else?

Letting myself into the stall

Hmmmm...tasty.

And more..

Coffee Shop
"I'm all over the place. Writing a murder mystery, that's 'Constance'. 'The Pestilence' was my paranormal novel. I was surprised as many people liked that one as they did."

He nodded

"Of course, the sport. I was checking out the World Cup today. And the big shocker in America beating Pakistan to advance to play the tourney favorite India. And rugby can't hold a candle to American football. I'm sorry, your snobbery will not convince me otherwise."

yesssss....

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returning after a late meal

House Of White Wolf
* feeling His strong arms reach down and wrap His string arms around the slut ...* she doesn't squeeze this time, she had a feeling this eas going ro happen ...could He tell that deep down this is what slut wanted to be so close to Him *

He sets her on His lap she straddles His leg ...making sure the brand is safe ... she rolls her ass just right and in the perfect place * a wicked smile flashes over her lips, when she realized it was there ... she bit her bottom lip down to a normal smile ...to hide ...though her eyes seem to show all * ... as He leaned forward ...His hot breath against her creamy long neck ...again sent goosebumps over her skin ... she turned her neck what seemed closer to His touch ....as her slim hands roamed over His muscles chest ...* His essence His rugged smell invited her took over her senses... her mind twirled witheverythujg going on ...she found herself slowly rocking her hips sensually back and forth...

And how loudly is it calling??

*Pads in quietly and hops up to sit sideways on the bar. Leaning over I put vanilla oil on my lips and leave an oily lip kiss print on top of the bloody on on the paper, but no writing or explanation*

Coffee Shop
Looking very interested as you name off the books and not a one rings a bell, but she would no doubt look them up later.
So are these murder mystery books or paranormal? *trying to get a feel for you* and if you mean the shirt or are we talking the sport? cause if it is the sport of course I do and rugby which is real football not soccer *laughing* what we call football. *winks*

looking...

Port Korat
The woman stood near the corner of a rough-hewn small building, a stack of crates and barrels provided a wall of sorts to her back, as golden eyes studied the wharf with its array of peoples much different from Schendi's ports but in many ways the same. She was watching for the flag, and a shackle and scimitar would be the saving grace if there were one. Every ship was studied while her stomach growled; the last meal was provided by the healer as well as the gown she wore. That bit of information about the "Luna" who left the food and gown was gained from listening to the men as they escorted her off the ship, leaving her alone, without shoes, a cloak, and no purse.

The ship with the flag was her only hope. Another night spent between barrels was not much to look forward to if she made it that far. Ports were dangerous places especially for a woman alone. She was calmer again on the outside. Her features, shaded by the cloak, only held a brow furrow while she stood vigilance looking at the ships, but the rage simmered; she was bruised, exhausted from the storm's wrath, a night spent on the wharf hiding in the shadows, sore, hungry, and homesick, and so she watched.

Show me where

*kissing it better*

Cabin
Settles on a pile of furs for a while.

Slumped in a pile in the hay
Body exhausted

As for the spoils, I had decided that each of the men would receive a set amount of the gold and jewels for their excellent work. Starting with the most senior of them, I gave them a choice of either one of the kajira or portion of the paga and kalana that had been taken. I knew that some of them already had as many slaves as they wished and didn't wish to crowd their wagons. The slaves could be sold of coarse, But then they would have likely just used the coin to buy paga and kalana anyway.

There had been a supply of siriks in with the goods. As well as a neck coffle chains and other restraints for the use on slaves. I planned to leave the slave wagon behind as there were not enough beasts to pull it after the wagons we were taking were loaded.

Each slave had been burdened with a pack on their back loaded with more things of use. They were each fastened in a neck coffee as well as a sirik. Instead of being leashed or bound to our saddles, they would be chained to the last wagon following behind it.

House Of White Wolf
*Pulling you into my lap knowing your brand has healed enough for you to once more sit into my lap. Nibbling on your neck as I hold you*