Now in my ignorance I assumed she would sit my lap in the traditional fashion and I would receive a closed mouth kiss on the lips, no harm in that I r...asoned. So I was taken aback when she walked up next to my chair and very ladylike hiked up her skirt, she then threw a leg over my lap and straddled me.Her raised skirt revealed that she was wearing black lace top thigh highs. As she slowly settled down I was stunned by the amount of heat emanating from between her legs and was equally stunned. She was wearing her niqaab because Iwas in the house, yet was not even wearing a bra under her jilbab. Isaid salaams to her, she replied and then I walked out of the door.The central line underground was cramped as always. Their was hardlyany place to stand in the carriage. At the next stop, I saw a niqaabisister with beautiful big eyes get in the carriage, she just about gotin and was trying to make her way through. She looked at me and seeingmy beard probably felt safer to stand next to me.. Then he fartedin my face and he started to laugh like crazy. I jump out of his assand tell him what the fuck? He was still laughing.But then I realized, even though the fart smells bad, it fealt goodwhen he farted. I told him to do it again. He thought I was veryweird. I buried my face in his ass and he farted again. He wasstill laughing. I told him to keep doing it because it fealt so good.I would never lick farts out of an older man/woman, but coming from a 10 year old boy, it's just.... “I hope that one day I can prove my worth to you Ephus.” Hermes still had his head down refusing to look up at Ephus.“Hermes,” Ephus said with a sigh. “I am not in the market for slaves nor servants. You will better serve me, wait wrong word.” Ephus was silent a moment as he thought through, what to say. “I want you to help me, not serve me. It’s bad enough that I can’t convince Eris any different.”“Unfortunately she has been a slave to her brother, longer than we wish to discuss. Thanks to.