"What coffee is this?" he asked."Jamaican Blue Mountain, master. It is my Master's favourite." Thank you. It is very good." If the master is ready, I ...ill show you to your accommodations."The 'accommodations' was indeed a reasonable term. There were three rooms in the suite, a sitting room, a bedroom with the largest bed Derek had ever seen, and a bathroom, into which he was escorted by two young women in dull brown smocks.The eunuch explained, "These are your bath girls and will assist you. He’s looking straight at us, her gaze is directed more toward the ground.She’s middle-aged with short blonde hair edging toward white. Anonymous features, frameless spectacles. Her blue denim button-up shirt and knee length black skirt suggest that she’s not carrying much extra weight.He’s a big man. Burley, fat over muscle. Casually dressed in jeans and a t-shirt.He speaks in a rough, deep voice. “I’m Mark MacDonald, and this is my wife Barbara. Say hello Barbara.”She looks up from the floor. They waved and the men waved in return. Both men gawked at the women until they turned the corner at the far end of the valley. “Men,” Silver Quail scoffed. “You’d think they’d never seen a woman.” “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, missy, but we are mighty fine looking women,” Nancy laughed. They took their cups and went inside to cook the evening meal. “I didn’t think they’d be outside,” Happy Smith whined, looking at the driver of the wagon. “They might. It was a young naked female covered in sweat with a plastic bag taped over her head and tape around her feet and hands shaking violently. What or who was this? I stood there for i don't know for how long staring at her. My God she had beautiful young breasts. I think this was Anna the step daughter of a friend of Matt and ours. I just kept standing thee in shock all to aware of her beauty and the throbbing hard on in my pants. Her young tits were perfect and her little ass after I don't know.