After again letting him know, that for the rest of the night, and perhaps the weekend, she’d do anything he wanted, asked him what he would like her...to do. George, testing the waters so to speak, and wanting to take the time to enjoy her offer, asked her to walk around the room and model for him. She smiled and again with no sign of modesty, obliged his request. For his next request, she bent over at her waist and allowed, even assisted him, as he fondled and suckled her enormous tits. When he. Certainly there would be servant's quarters, but most servants wouldn't be ensconced within a suite of rooms, would they? The Caravan master wondered nervously to himself. He was bathed, perfumed, (he had really needed it, too- after being hustled day and night without cease from WhooWhee.) and clad in sumptuous robes. Then he had to await The Emperor's pleasure. A anxiety causing pause, to be certain.Despite the uncertain circumstances, the Caravan master was able to sleep, and he wasn't. He made themvery one sided and harsh. The bride has many conditions placed up on howshe would behave and how she would keep herself young and fit. There wereeven detailed stipulations about mandatory quarterly weigh-ins and bodydimension measurements. The strictest of all was the one he devised forthe former casino president to impose on his third wife. She had detailedclauses in her agreement that dictated frequency and quality of sex andexactly how she was to keep her body irresistibly young. "It was just a harmless school experiment gone horribly wrong!"Jamie dementedly laughs. "No one will believe me, but you will...right?!" Jamie glare. "Yes....I can tell you my story, if you're interested in hearing about it. I must warn you though. My incident, which leads me to this awful-wretched place is not for the faint of heart."Jamie emit sadness from his eyes. "My journey don't compromise any actual proof, since most of the evidence has been destroyed." He sighs out. "It's a horrible.