Having been in London for only two days now, last night was my first night of full rest. I don’t need further convincing, and I drift easily back to...sleep. Ninety minutes or so later, hunger wakes me up and another wink at my cell phone confirms that I have about forty five minutes left before the hotel’s buffet breakfast downstairs is over. I make myself presentable in comfy yoga pants, a tee shirt and my favorite Nike flip flops. I grab my phone and room key and head to the elevator and. “Uncle, I’m not a slut, although I did sleep with them, I didn’t like any of them enough to stand up to Dad over it. It’s still useful to be able to live at home just at the moment. I’ve got a lot of debt to clear before I can think of a place of my own.” I dropped the conversation at that point as the traffic got heavier coming back into town. As we were approaching their house I realised, at about the same time as Shauna that we were following Charlotte and Jack home. It was confirmed as we. I tell you to back up. With you four feet away, I look you up and down. I see your face, your hair, your neck, your blouse with the bra showing through the thin fabric. I look down to your skirt, your black stockings and black pumps. You can see the lust in my eyes and it excites you. I tell you to twirl around and you do which causes your short skirt to fly out. I see the tops of your stockings, and for a brief moment, your panties. My dick stirs more. I tell you to stop as you are facing away. The palace at the center of Umaq was even more of the same. Just as dull a brown and just as muddy. It was separated from the city proper by a twelve foot high wall — more stone, mud and cane. Between the gate through this inner wall and the steps of the palace was a large courtyard. As we entered, I could see that the courtyard was ringed with Tibu, each holding a sharpened cane pole as those who'd escorted me here did. As with my escorts, I could see a bone knife on each warrior's belt. The.