She knew Sara was about to let it go. Angie moved her finger in and out even faster now, wiggling it along the way as well. She watched Sara’s clit ...ulse and listened to her tone. Sara was about to let it go. Sara moaned deeply, arched her body until her head almost hit the mirror, and let the moment happen. Sara felt the warm flow of her orgasmic juices form, her clit contract in rhythmic beats, and finally felt her pussy pulse around Angie’s finger and in a long tone that came out almost. You could smell the cut pine lumber; you could hear the sound of saws working to cut timber, the continual thunder of hammers pounding nails. Everywhere you looked, something was being built.And it wasn't just palaces and public buildings... in fact, most of the construction looked to be the work of private individuals. Where had they gotten all the money and materials?Even as she thought that, she could see men working to unload the last three wagons of the steam puller that had brought them. I preferred the three series to the six series BMWs. The Cadillac's were ugly so I went with the Mercedes 380SL convertible. I didn't want to look like Magnum PI driving around Washington, so, of the many cars in contention, this car was one that I was willing to accept.Although I purchased a red one, the color of the car was not a major concern. The girls didn't see me pull up and I didn't bring it up, so the afternoon was quiet as I started to read a report. They left me alone, but I heard. .. with the state of undress of all the young women here."Freya smiled. "That's better." She turned back towards the cabinet and withdrew a gourd. "And what of their purpose? The fact that they are slaves trained to provide sexual gratification on demand?"Fina blushed. Hearing such things talked about so openly was alien to her. In the village, many euphemisms were employed to speak of such things, and of the Overlord and her slaves.Freya poured a rose-colored liquid from the gourd into the.