Uh..." he hesitated a moment."I am his slave, in loo of payment from the king" as Mark growled at her, she just looked back at him sweetly."Your WHAT!...!?" his mother shouted, "Mark you know that we abolished that on earth centuries ago."Mark shook his head and started to open his mouth, when Nissie interrupted him, "Mam, he had no choice as it was mine, by the binding imperial laws, he can't back out of it and neither can I."Mark's mother's face and body eased a moment as she thought, hmm. I don't hurt now. You made the pain go away."Deana's whole body tingled. Chris Olsen was a good looking young man, about twenty-six, robust and muscular. He was intact, except for the cast on his left arm. He continued to smooth his fingers up and down her arm and her mouth was dry, her heart pounded."I'd better get you a fresh gown," she said a little too loudly and pulled away. She got the gown and laid it on the foot of the bed."Here, let's get this wet thing off," she said. She had him rise. I started licking her armpit. Oh, the sweet smell was making me crazy. And my tongue movements became unbearable for her. She was trying to free her hands but I held her right. I moved to the other hand and was kissing her in between. Kissing her ears, her neck, her lips and then back to arms.We were exchanging salivas as if thirsty. I then moved her hands such that I could hold both of her hands from one hand. I took my left and placed it on her navel. She knew what was going to happen. She. Your body tells me silently that you feel something for me. You invite me in, and I decline the invitation to join you in the physical activity of pleasures efforts to bliss (my viral illness is my excuse). I request my life-long totem, a cup of tea, and sit down to partake of the music videos on the television. I watch as Pink tells me all about the pain of love, and I smile to myself as you approach me with our cups of tea. It is so sublime to be sitting with you as I sip my tea, to look.