Anticipating His reach for the platter, she offered a smile that turned to a soft intake of breath as His hands instead parted the kalmak - exposing her to His eyes. As quick as He did so, her body responded just as fast, tips started their pucker at His gaze...

Darn if deep inside His letting the leather return to cover her softness didn't disappoint - just a bit.
But she remained in position - gazing upon His face as He ate.

She couldn't help that she had a fascination with the mouths of Men.

Yes Master

I do not fortell the future. I am guessing that is your specialty .

I know men and how they thing. Nothing is sure. Most of the time it comes down to who is willing to pay the most gold.

To our good fortune. Ar and Cos are still at it and pulling in everyone they can. So only Turia is a real threat. But then Turia is always a threat to us

looking in

Noting you beside Me, the question heard, but ignoring it for the moment as I continue to speak to the Stranger*

Pppffftttt!
Many come here with such claims
Saying they can give all the names,
But all they have is misknowledge
And no for knowledge.

noting that the kajira whom I sent for meat had returned while I was speaking with the woman. I let My eyes roam over her. she was nicely curved indeed. As she offered the meat, I reached down and opened her kalmak to admire her breastworks, very nice. letting the leather fall back in place. This wagon girl could envy most of the girls in the Pleasure Gardens of Ar or Cos.

Taking the meat from the plate as she holds it still. rips off a piece with My teeth, savoring the flavor and juices

Only the Tuchuk know how to roast bosk

looking around and thinks of getting an uber, but stays around longer

Out

i continue towards the fire
Charka swaying between dark, bare thighs
Dark eyes alert
Inquisitive
Yes, curious
i step clearly into the light
L99king at the new arrival
Then at You
Sinking to my knees to one side of You
Thighs spread

"May i serve You, Mistress?:

With the platter firmly in hand, the lil beast moved 'cross the trampled grass.
Her steps were light - yet they still sent a puff of dust to powder her feet.
The movement of her body enticing - yet not purposely so - the slave seeming to be made for the eyes of Men.

As she approached, she glanced quickly 'round before sinking slowly to her knees a bit to His side - thighs spreading - a glimpse of her softness at their apex - soft leather molding to her flesh - the outline of her sex displayed.

A lift of her voice as she offered the platter

Master - this slave called gemm, brings You bosk to calm Your hunger. May it please You.

What can I say. I was good at what I did and so was the gold.

But more then that. leans closer remember who this woman was

I have seen and been behind the walls of all the major cities. I know all the key leaders of the armies and the mercenaries. So should the need arise the Tuchuk will have the sharpest edge

Shadeara has started a new game with the following players:
Shadeara

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I’m slipping out

See you soon

looking in

slips onto the floor and covers myself with my fresh blankets.........tries to drift to sleep.

*Dark eyes spy you and a simple hand motion is given for you to move forward towards the Central fire*

*Oynx black eyes peer at You, lookin for the family resemblance. Seeing such, but still cautious, I hold My ground with arms folding across My chest.*

Hummm,
MacClaw You say,
Of the First Wagon?
Well then it is an auspicious day
The return of the wayward Son

Spends more time drinking quietly

Crikey