The guards were armed with muskets and pistols and long blades and their attention was fixed upon the prisoners and the factory smith. The smith was p...tting iron shackles on each of the prisoners that had been identified in the ledger as being stock that could be sold. Ishmael was overseeing the whole process."We are almost done here, my lord," Ishmael replied to Pedro's question, his voice heavy with fatigue.Pedro stood and said nothing for a moment or two. Instead he watched the smith do his. ..I just had to hug myself, I couldn't believe it when I'd had the chanceto have a decent look around. Dresses, skirts, tops in a walk inwardrobe. A whole two drawers full of stockings. Stacked baskets withmatching bras and panties and slips and camisoles and bustiers andcorsets and other filmy strappy things I didn't even know the name for,and at least thirty pairs of shoes: the first thing I did was try on apair of court heels and they fit perfectly. There were two full lengthmirrors which. "As always, when Manuel got to the shop (no one was there now except for me), he was very nervous acting. I didn't push anything on him too fast. From what I knew, he had never had sex with another man before (being a rather dangerous undertaking where he had come from), so instead, we had a beer together, so he could relax a bit more.Interestingly, Manuel understood English better than I thought he might, so, though he couldn't speak it very well, he could nod to the things he did understand,. Do you trust me, Terry?" Yes, of course. You're my aunt." Will you let me teach you another way to get your rocks off, a way that requires a partner?" Yes, I suppose so. It won't hurt, will it?" Not at all. Just do what I tell you, child." Okay, Auntie."Aunt Sue quickly discarded the girl's panties and shoes then guided her naked body upon the bed. While tossing off her own clothes, the woman feasted her eyes upon her niece's smooth young flesh. The curves were soft and supple; the cunt-bush,.