My name is Amy Conway. I was wondering if I might have a word with one of your people ... John something. I met him in Ipswich. It's about Tom Carmich...el." Ah ... that would be John Shepherd, I think. Just a moment."After a longish pause, she heard, "John Shepherd..." Mr. Shepherd. I'm Amy Conway. We met on board Emily Jane and you gave me a lift home. I wanted to ask you something about young Tom Carmichael..."There was another pause, a long one. "You realise I can't discuss Tom's personal. They followed each other in lusty turns on her naked rump as she peered out the window at the spectacle below her.Her shrill screams of heated anal penetration could not match the terrified voices of the ill-fated slave-girls. Her quartet of eunuchs looked on in amused disbelief at her battered bottom reddened from spirited use by the strong muscular males.Crowds of onlookers milled in disorderly surges just beyond the palace gates. There were few females in the mob because females without male. I was wearing a simple shorts and tee-shirt set, but it flattered my curves-and this scumbag was taking them all in."That's nice. You can leave now." I said."Sharon said I could stay," he said."Good for Sharon. I'm telling you to get out. I live here, I'm underage, I have no idea who you are. You leave, or I call the cops." Jesus! I'm going, I'm going." He finally did, leering all the way. But he left."You're something else," Ed said. "I thought I was going to have to get involved, but I. I suck at one of your nipples, feeling its firmness between my lips, and nibble it with my lips before opening my mouth wide and sucking in as much of your breast as I can so that I can use my tongue to bend your nipple back and forth. Our eyes close as we resume our hungry mouth to mouth kissing. Some nearby birds start to twitter and a gentle breeze rustles the leaves.While we kiss, my hand slides up your thigh under your dress; you part your legs slightly and my fingers find the warm silky.