Slowly, slowly, she brought her hand down between her legs. Sara's hand squeezed harder over her bare ass and she held back a gasp. Lisa pulled her fi...gers like a feather over her slit, feeling how the moisture stained her fingertips. There was something forbidden about touching oneself - seldom pronounced, but still well known. It was an insult to God, a submission to your basic carnal impulses. Humans were more than that, more than animals. God had given them the will and strength to resist. On what she must focus she couldn’t have said specifically, only that she did not feel in control of the current and varied pathways her mind wandered along – five or six simultaneously and many of them contrary to her directed attempts at poise and appropriate demeanor, whatever that was. She sat with her back to the wall at a table in the far corner of the restaurant, facing the door. She regularly questioned her decision to face the door because, while she would know when he entered and not. Ayala gestured at them. "That is one of many things you will learn." The sight of them kneeling, knees wide apart, aroused me and I felt my moist pussy lips ooze. Ayala led me past doorways opening onto smooth, waxed wooden floors gleamed in the morning light, displaying fine furniture, paintings and draped windows.Ayala gave me a moment and said. "Come, slave. I will show you your room."She led me under a huge, curving staircase to a small corridor and then a door. She opened the door and led. He then gave me his own observations of his men including those that were now in Woodland. I got a clearer understanding of the men but nothing was startling. An hour later the others joined us and we sat down to eat a civilised meal.I said to Jackson, "I'm going to give you back your men. You are all my employees now. Go home, pay your bills, enjoy your families, but in two weeks I want you to call Bakhtin for orders. Some of you will be returning here to continue your jobs as armourers." Yes,.