Brand stood up and stared just like every man in the room, she looked magnificent, her dress was of midnight blue, the tiny puffed sleeves slashed wit... a shimmering light blue, a ribbon tied underneath her breasts of the same light blue. Her hair was piled ontop of her head, a few dark blue flowers were in her hair, little tendrils of hair spiraled down the side of her face. The only piece of jewelry she wore was a delicate good necklace of what appeared to be butterfly wings, but she knew they. But NOW! Damn! Mr. Bloom’s reading of the will hung over him like the Sword of Damocles!Eric retreated to his room to hide out and wait for things to blow over. He hoped.As he sat at his new laptop playing solitaire and brooding over the sudden turn of events, he remembered the letter Granny Sonya had asked Mr. Bloom to give him. He tore open the envelope hoping her letter would explain everything that had just happened.It read:To my beautiful внук, Eric, I don’t know if you are old enough to. If you send Yes sir, I own the little piglet.' The girl nodded and Seth send her out of the door.'Do you have a videocamera?' Seth asked Slave 1. 'No sir' Came the answer. Seth cursed and made his slave take out his phone. Take a couple of pictures of slave two.' He ordered calmly. The young man then watched as John took pictures of Mary's face, tits and cunt. 'Play with yourself.' The woman rubbed her boobs and played with her nipples before rubbing her clit as her boyfriend kept taking. Their great for slashing but flimsy and easy to break although their women something of a delicacy slight frame large full breasts and beautiful black hair.I had taken many female thralls in my raids but the samurai women were among the rarest. Word came from a hold close to the coast apparently the samurai had gathered a fleet and intended to raid our lands now to their credit their great warriors on the land but on the seas our longships are second to none,I gathered my war party of fierce.