A couple of things in Preproduction but otherwise things in life are a little slow, but that lets me make it out to places like this to see what I find, or what finds me... it's been a while sense I've looked in here
Hummm..a bit presumptuous of You Commander...that slave belongs to the Ubar....
i kneel before You once more
Not directly before You
To one side
Leaving Your view unblocked
my thighs spread wide
As You had instructed us
Chatka tight between them
i lift the goblet to You"Your wine, Mistress"
checking the place out
As girl might have heard Me tell Oyun )(. I do not own a slave presently. I will need a girl to keep My wagon clean, the axles greased and stocked with water and dung chips for the fires.So till I buy or take a slave, girl will care for My wagon.
oh it's not too bad, although it's been pretty quiet. how about you?
*Watching as you move away, noting the sway of hips, and the roll of your step, nodding softly as a Tuchuk slave should always show their sensuous side in camp, even with the FW *
i find the bottle
Fingers gripping the cork
Arms straining a little
It is in thoroughly
But it pops
i pour it into the goblet
Inhaling the aroma
Then press the cork back in
Bare feet padding once more towards You
I hope you're having a good night?
looking in
Rubbing my crotch as I walk
by the row of pens
smiles back at the actress while i take a seat
She glanced into Your eyes, then at the bosk - hesitating.
Deciding to response to His question first.No Master, this one just works around Camp but is available if Your wagon needs her services.
Glad i remembered also
i loved the smell of that wine
It reminded me if distant memories
But now i moved
Hips swaying instinctively as i stride to the serving wagon
Washing my hands thoroughly
Finding a clean goblet
Carefully lifting it
Dark eyes examining it
Assuring myself it is indeed clean
Dark eyes insoect
moves up to the bar, ordering a glass of wine before seeing you and gives you a smile
slipping past Her larl with elegant grace moved up the path towards her Master's wagon
enters the lounge
rest well kajira and serve well nodding at the slave who departs for the wagon of her Master
*Waves a hand dismissively at you, though inwardly I was smiling as the girl remembered *
"Goodnight, larl
Sleep well"