They obviously had enough sand available to add to the cement to make mortar. The three windmills were here, along with two thousand pounds each of mi...let and rice. Five hundred empty kilderkins (eighteen-gallon barrels), alfalfa seeds, twenty ceramic bottles of geraniol, twenty amphorae of camphor, and thirty thousand pounds of alfalfa rounded out the cargo. The kilderkins would allow two-hundred-fifty camels to carry nine thousand gallons of water. I personally handed Izem the locked metal. He knew he shouldn’t eavesdrop, but found he cared for the girl. With a level voice, she said, “That ... That will do quite nicely.”The Recovery agent pulled out four pouches and set them before her and began to carefully pack each item in the case he had brought with him. The guild agent just stared at her while she waited for the man to finish packing. Once done, she lifted each pouch and could tell that each did have the amount by the weight. Those coins were heavy. He stood and turned to. "You know what I think, little slut?" She shook her head. "I think that if you are going to be anyone's little slut, you should be daddy's." I took her arm and led her toward the living room."What? What are you going to do?" She stared at the makeshift stage."I'm going to get a real personal viewing, then I'm going to teach you exactly what you make a man want to do after watching you fingering your pretty little pussy and playing with those rosy red nipples." But daddy!!" But daddy nothing.. She narrowed her eyes at me until she realized I harbored no ill intent and smiled wryly. “Perhaps I can make an exception every now and again.” She crossed her legs and folded her hands in her lap, looking at me regally. “So when will I have to beg next, soon perhaps?” I settled myself on the couch and stretched, feeling the ache that seemed nearly immobilizing. I winced as a particularly painful joint twisted the wrong way; I don’t think my body could handle another one of those moves.