His father sat in silence, biting his lip and frowning to one side, turning the small bowl of whisky in his hands, shaking his head and forming words ...ith his lips only to reject them. ‘So … Tashka may not,’ Vadya began but his father interrupted him, saying: ‘L-let us talk of your betrothal.’ They looked at each other in the grey bright light that fell through the big square windows of the office. Lord Esha’s face was troubled and unhappy. Vadya shrugged and his face became gentle and mild. . Her legs were spread wide.Strings of the stuff were wrapped around her ankles, above and below her knees, around her upper thighs, around her arms just above the elbows, and stuck to her shoulder blades. Her head was held tilted back by more of the stuff stuck to the back of her head, and to her back.She dangled about three feet above a raised flat surface. Her abdomen like an inflated balloon hung down to the flat surface. Her distorted breasts hung from her to about six inches above the flat. I probably knew this boy from school. I then felt his tongue trying to reach its way into my mouth, he tasted of alcohol badly. After what seemed like a long time of french kissing, i felt his hands wander to the waistband of my shirt. He lifted it up over my head and ran his hands over my bare stomach. I could start to hear his breathing get heavier. I pulled his shirt off and began kissing on his neck, leaving a huge hickey on the left side. I felt his hand tugging mine and i followed him.. Meanwhile Alan had taken off his clothes quickly and Martha looked at him to see what kind of slave she had. He was a couple of inches taller than her and she guessed that he probably weighed about ten stone (140lbs) with a body which looked athletic and fit with good, masculine looking muscles and a mat of fine silky hair covering his chest. He had a flat belly and a nice small arse. His legs were also obviously well exercised and nicely proportioned. All in all a fine physical.