nods

glad things have been somewhat busy for you...and of course it's always good to get some time to yourself

smiles again

*your presents is noted, but I let you sit there for a bit, holding the goblet up...as I await the answer from the Commander. It is good training for you as you still need to become a bit stronger in your slavery*

She listened then nodded.

Yes Master, those are chores that Camp slaves are commanded to perform.

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