One hundred years ago, you were abducted from your parents by intergalactic slavers. You were placed in suspended animation and brought to a remote de...ert world where you were sold to a wealthy man to become his concubine.You have yet to meet your master, but have been entrusted under the training of Mistress Jade. Over the last month since your reanimation, Mistress Jade has nursed you back to health and begun instructing you on how to serve as a concubine. You have heard from your more. " Very well." replied the wizard with an appreciative smile. "But weshall stop here again in a short while and check to make certain allis well with you before we move on." If you think it be necessary, you shall be most welcome here, goodsir." she smiled back warmly at him. "I wish you the best of luck intracking down the one you seek, Shatok." Thank you, my lady." Turning back towards the anxiously waitingcrowd, Shatok heard the the door to the cottage close. He absentlywondered what the. Yeeeeoooouuuuww. Everything before was tame by comparison. Through thespasms of delight, a thought passed through my overburdened mind. Wherehad she learnt this? Not from me or our former lovemaking. It had alwaysbeen good, but - should I say it? - conventional. This was somethingfrom the latter pages of the Karma Sutra.And it got worse (did I say that? No,. I meant better!!?) In betweendelicate little licks and strokes of her tongue, on the tip, sides, andrim, she used her teeth very gently,. The bread was made with the flour Joe had brought with him.It was flavored with some kind of plant the Indians used. When we finished the stew, a jar of jam, again from Joe’s saddle bags, went onto more bread. He must have included some soda, for the bread was risen. All-in-all it was a satisfying meal. As we were getting ready to leave, I motioned to the squaw who had been with us previously to empty my saddlebags of canned peaches and tomatoes. This would be a welcomed change of diet for the.