He knew about the coarseness other men had treated me, and I knew he would correct my worries about sex, reverse all my terrible memories. Having unz...pping my jeans, he pulled them down slowly, teasing himself with my own slow unveiling. I loved his little kisses down the side of my legs, on my inner thighs, and I told him so with my gasps and moans. Stopping at my knees, still a little unsteady from my unease, he whispered, ‘You’re so beautiful to me. I love your skin.’ Wes finished by. It was not an easy feat, standing butt naked in front of a sales stall, but he felt he was making a valiant effort. At least he wasn't cold under that scorching sun. The canopy above kept him from getting burned by it, but nothing kept the dry air from getting to his throat. They were given a scant amount of food and drink, the slaves. Only what was strictly necessary.The large market place was abuzz with people, all things imaginable being sold. Cows, pigs, goats, clothes, fruit, crafts,. Sliding doors in the rooms offered access to a grand patio and a view of the lake. Outside, appropriate trees and plantings assured everything was very private. The main level, where you entered from the front; provided living, dining, kitchen, office and small den. This is the only area of the condo I had seen when here before to meet with Jamal.It was the upper level that impressed me the most; two smaller bedrooms with a connecting bath, and a very lovely, large master bedroom and bath. She was some distance from where she’d started, but she could see another of the map holos not too far from where she was standing. All she had to do was check it, and… ‘Hi, Sumati! Come and join us!’ Off to her left was a sort of ‘open air’ café (as much as one could be, under a concourse roof), and sitting at one of the larger tables were some of her fellow crew from the Endeavour. Trying to avoid rolling her eyes in frustration, she reluctantly walked over to them. The woman who had called.