I told her I was dyingfor a cigarette.With a smile Betty held out her long gold and black packs to me, "Ah..ah?" She said as I reached for one, "I wan... to see you fixing your lipsfor me first pet."My hand was shaking as I ran coat of pink lipstick round my mouthblotted and then repeated before I completed the ritual with the glosscoat. Giving me a beaming smile of satisfaction she commented, once mylips were 'fixed' correctly. "Perfect," and offered me a cigarette shetapped from her pack.As. Then it spoke again, “Are you sure? Very well and I shall leave now then.” That was when I shook my head and my face flushed with another blush that said it all. The creature let out another one of those sinister laughs as he returned his hands to my body and answered me upon my reaction, “That is what I thought. You don’t really want me to stop.” It was true. I would have gotten on the ground and begged him not to go if he had attempted to leave. My body was just too turned on and the panties. “Ouch!” Joy screamed. Her hand almost went to cover her sore breast and she thought she had better not. “That slap was for not saying ‘Sir’, slave.” “Sorry, Joo, Sir,” she replied, almost making the same mistake again. Joe placed his hand back between her soaked thighs cupping her pussy getting more of her juices on his fingers. Breaking contact from her pussy he brought his wet fingers to her lips. “Now, slave, what do you taste?” He asked as he placed the wet fingers on her lips. . Everyone was busy repairing roofs that had leaked or where fences had collapsed.Martin along with two Gurkhas took the wagon into Nairobi to buy canvas and wood.When he returned a week later, he told David that he had heard, from a train conductor that four Arab dhows had been sighted moored up in Zanzibar by the steamship from England. According to the train conductor the dhows were known to belong to slavers.“The news was over three weeks old, but if they were slavers then the dhows would be.