Her friend was pretty much locked in staring at her as we continued up the trail. After a while she pulled me aside and said she wasn't sure how to p...oceed. I laughed briefly and then waved her friend over. I directly asked him if he liked seeing her tits. Confused but amused, he answered, "Of course!" Would you like to feel them?" I questioned further.And that's all the invitation he needed, as he immediately started feeling her chest and the rest of her exposed body. She just stood. She seemed slightly unsure, ‘Do you like it?’ she asked, giving me a little twirl that sent her beautiful golden hair cascading round her torso. I pulled myself together and stammered, ‘I…I…wow Eliza, you’re so beautiful, I’ve never seen anything so perfect.’ Her breasts were just the right size, not massive but well rounded and perky. From what I could see her pussy was neatly shaven with a tiny strip of blond pubes just above the slit. Her voice brought me out of my trance, ‘Well don’t just. I looked her over and I found her very sexy. Not a “10” by any means, she was about 5’6” a little overweight, long brown hair with the most beautiful brown eyes (they did have a little redness to them from the drinking). I couldn’t tell much about her body, she was wearing a loose fitting dress and a long purple knee length lightweight coat.The elevator door closed and she said “Do you live here? I have never seen you before.” She was definitely drunk; I had to figure out what she was saying as. .. but .. I have been consigned ... to ... to the Stables ...” She could not check a rush of tears. Hassan looked unconcerned. “I have been expecting it,” he said. “You’ve got the right sort of body. You’ll find it hard work, girl. But you’ll survive.” The black face broke into a grin. “I’ll miss you, though.” Not surprisingly, Belle had always been one of his favourites. An English Lady as your plaything! Wouldn’t any Negro be pleased? He patted the girl who was sucking him on the head. “Off.