By that stage, I had recovered my composure as well and started to think of the festival. The festival was renowned for its food, drink and above all ...orgeous woman that were caught up in the mood and dressed almost like their more famous counterparts in the Rio carnival in Brazil . The moment we got out of the jeep, we were caught up in the throng of bodies surging towards the main parade. Louis grabbed my arm and pulled me through the bodies towards an area that was slightly. Half of those will be dead by morning. Make the live ones sleep outside in pens," I instructed, "Pack the wounded into the houses so the flies don't eat them alive. The Zavalan houses are spacious; there should be more than enough room while will have our new slaves expand the town." Then there's the disease, my Lord," Sigurd continued, "With so many injured, the risk of sickness ravaging the town is high."I hadn't thought of that. Plagues were common in the Clan homelands, where starvation. Now things were escalating beyond what either of them could feel comfortable with.“Thank you, Marge,” she started. “But...”“You are welcome, pet,” Marge interrupted again. “But it’s Mistress from now on. Remember?”Kathleen blushed. “Yes, Mistress. But...”“And good slaves kneel. You want to be a good slave, don’t you? Because bad slaves get punished.”“Yes, Mistress,” responded Kathleen. She automatically slid out of her chair and knelt, facing Marge. “But...”Marge reached down and held the. Lisa either didn’t notice or didn’t care. I was loving this, showing her off seeing him getting excited. Could I get away with pulling the top of her nightie down also and get her tits out. I had to try. It was easier than I expected as her tits were almost out anyway.I moved my hand to her cunt and stuck in a finger. Ben crossed the room and sat on the floor beside Lisa and started rubbing her feet his eyes fixed firmly on my finger in her cunt. Ben’s hand moved to her ankle and wandered onto.