You've got two dozen ex-slaves that you're training to fight. You can continue to train them while striking out at caravans and raiding parties or you...could abandon them to their own devices and move on. You've said that places like Mombasa are serving as conduits that are funnelling slaves to regions like the Twelve Kingdoms. You could attack them directly, but if you want to do that you're going to have to accept the fact that you need more troops. You just can't do that kind of work with. So she stood standing there in her tanktop and long hippie dress,looking at me biting her lip waiting for me to say something. I stood up got close to her gently glided my hand over her breasts and down her waist, I right hand slid to her crotch and felt her up she deffinatley had something in those pantys but it was tucked away so i couldnt get a handle on it. I sat back down in my chair and lit a cigarette. I looked into her big beautiful eves and directed her to disrobe. She grabbed the. Luckily there was no one else in the bathroom watching me do a little primping for the boss. I grabbed a couple of mints and was ready to go.As I walked out, I was met with, “There you are! Let’s get going,” John whizzed by, barely allowing me to catch up.“Coming!” I said as I followed him to the car, quickly gathering up my belongings.As we entered the parking garage, we were walking side by side. His hand gently grazed mine as he went to search his pocket for his keys. My heart did a little. "First of all, I get a ten minute snowmobile ride with your arms wrapped around my waist." Sam grinned as Laura frowned at him. "But... If I win the bet, you have to spend the rest of the day with me..." He paused and looked her up and down again, then continued, "... but all you will be wearing is that little red number you were wearing when you made your debut on the balcony up there."Laura jumped up, her cheeks burning red with anger. "You're crazy! There is no way I'll go to bed with you,.