Several slaves arrived and took our horses. I handed Mother Sofala the most recent bag of unknown plants. “Blue diffle,” one of the slaves exclaim...d when he saw one of the plants. “It makes a very good blue dye for cloth, but only grew in the southernmost part of our country. Unfortunately, there was little enough arable land there but it grew well on slopes that were too steep to plant with crops,” he explained.“Is there a market for it?” Father asked.“Absolutely,” the slave assured us. “Once. Despite her dissipated lifestyle, Emma was usually an early riser so she got guiltily out of bed.She was not in her own room. It was a large chamber, decorated predominantly in blue. She looked around. A lot of time and money had been spent on this room. She knew enough about furniture to recognise some pretty expensive stuff when she saw it. And the bed had been one of the most comfortable she had ever slept in.Now that she had rested and the miracle pick-me-up had done its work, she was ready. “Oh, God!” She nearly screamed, then she started fucking him, bucking in his lap, her tits pummeling his face. She came quickly, falling onto Reese’s chest, heaving. Reese laid her on her back, then spread her thighs and re-entered her. Karen screamed when Reese’s dick invaded her cunt, tossing her head from side to side. “Yes…yes…YESSS…” She moaned. “F-F-fuck meee.” “AAAhhh…” Inflamed by Karen’s urgings, Reese pounded her pussy, making her tits bounce and shimmy, fanning his desire even. Not one mark could I find. She laughed then lay on my bed and opened her sex, on the inside of her right lip there was a small but perfect 5 letter word as a scar, it said Petro`s. My god that must have been oh so painful, I looked in awe now at this old woman. She laughed at the look on my face, and then said she would tell me of that adventure after tea, if I wanted but she was hungry now. I asked her if she would stay naked for me and she laughed again saying I will if you will Peter. It.