Now... off with you."Belle rose and, with shapely breasts and bottom bouncing, hurried off to the rear of the slave quarters to prepare herself.Two ho...r later, Belle had been placed in an alcove in the Banqueting Hall. She stood poised like a classical statue, holding a silver urn on one shoulder. Already she was realising it was going to be quite a feat of endurance... and constantly strengthened her resolve by thinking of what Hassan would do to her if she failed.Her heart beat faster as. "Ron was silent before Taylor said, "That was a compliment." Oh, uh...thank you," Ron replied.Taylor shook her head before she said, "As a maid, you shouldn't expecttoo many compliments from your mistress. So, you should probably soakthat one in, Ronnie." Ronnie?" That's my name for you?" But..." But what? It's what your mother used to call you. Do you have adifferent name you want to be called?" Taylor challenged him to answerwith the truth."No," Ron lied with a shake of her head."That's. Now make it look you are smelling each other's flower girls, hold your underarm before your breasts, yes, that's right, now smile, great. Can you look into each other's eyes for me?"They were like putty in his hands and when asked to look into each other's eyes they did. Julie was half a head taller then Lisa and so Lisa had to look up into Julie's pale grey eyes, while Julie looked down in Lisa's black pools. Gosh, Lisa is really pretty, Julie thought, and her lips with that red gloss look so. “Well, maybe you could give me an objective opinion.” She stepped closer, fingers slipping beneath her top. Justin sat down his plastic cup and washcloth on a nearby oil drum, eyes locked on her. The cloth slid upward, revealing her bra-clad breasts, and the shirt fell to grass and weeds below. “You’ve seen what they looked like when I was eighteen, and it certainly looks like you liked them.” With the practiced skill of someone who had done it countless times before, she popped the clasp of.