I smiled and thanked her, undressed and fell between the soft sheets, wondering what sort of life slave owners led.I had found the place after losing ...y way when a band of local militia surprised me on the road. The servants, obviously under orders, had bathed and shaved me and given me a new shirt before their master received me in his ornate parlor and then led me outside to view his grounds and slave quarters.My door swung open and a young blonde with a candle stood in the doorway. "There. I gave her a deep kiss and thanked her. At the same time the bus stopped near a highway hotel. The lights were switched on. I saw her face for the first time , she had a pretty face, wheatish complexion like the Mangalorean girls maybe around 28years plus old and she was smiling at me when she getting down the bus from the back door and she was looked totally hot to me.I too got down, I went to restroom and relieved myself, then I had a sprite and came back to my seat. I couldn’t find her. The. I fished my first aid kit out of my backpack before getting her bundle of things from her horse. I carried all of this to the door of the coach, and handed them to her."I will be a short time here," Chanthra told me."If you need me for anything, call," I told her, and turned to take care of our horses. Two of the guards were already taking care of their horses and the coach's horses. They took mine along also. They at least smiled at me. Their Commander still wasn't smiling, but I didn't care. I overheard this and never forgot it. And, I am sure, I masturbated about it a thousand times. That was my fantasy. I wanted to be taken over by somebody who disliked me, stripped, spanked thoroughly, made to eat her pussy, and then more humiliating things. Now understand this about Mrs. Olsen. She is tall and strong, a very handsome woman, with a very potent personality. She is about 45. There is no Mr. Olsen around. I do not know if she is a widow or a divorcee, she is not the kind of person.