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looking in

Lurk

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Eyes the shade of a stormy sky noted One she'd never seen in Camp.

She regarded Him with a bit of indifference and noted how other slaves thrust their breasts a bit more against the leather of their kalmaks - and their hips swayed a bit more in an effort to catch His eye.

Yes, He was handsome and looked strong - maybe even powerful - but, she would bide her time - she wasn't one to immediately fawn over every new Warrior that showed up.

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The House
Sometimes the only possible response to a thing is "well what did you think was going to happen".

browns never leaving His gaze
the girl spoke softly but loud enough to be heard

she is called larl Master

a smilec curled her lips as she regarded Him

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 grasp

Your 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