However, I will try to please all of the people all of the time, (Sorry Abe!), and re-write a politically correct, happy ending to Mare's Tales. I ...on't think I'll succeed, (In fact I'm pretty certain I won't succeed,) but here goes nothing.(Oh heck! I think I'm going to cop it with this one!)All names and characters are purely fictitious and bear no intended connections to anybody or anything.Mare's Tales: Chapter 35.Character list. (To help my 'old farty' memory. It's been years since I. ‘Thank you,’ she said. ‘Now, sit down and let me show you what I can do.’ He sat on the edge of the bed and Cleo immediately knelt in front of him and reached for his belt buckle. She unfastened that and the button under it and pulled down the zipper on his fly. When she started to tug on his pants, he rose partly from the bed and Cleo pulled them down around his hips and all the way off, leaving Aaron wearing just his boxer shorts. His cock was erect and poking through the fly of those. Perfectly dry pussy, just covered by the narrow panties crotch, ready for her girlfriends to feast upon after their coffee and cakes.Then she straightens up – her pussy safely hidden away again. Why does the inside of a woman's clothing look so erotic? She pulls on one of your shirts, checking in the mirror for just the right amount of exposed cleavage. A quick skirt and high-heeled shoes and her outfit is complete - she looks ravishing."Bye lover; keep that bed warm. Those handcuffs should. Do you all understand what I’m saying?”They didn’t say anything, but they nodded in the affirmative.“Are there any among you who are familiar with this area?” None of them answered. Possessing knowledge could either make them valuable or a liability. They didn’t want to expose themselves unless they knew what awaited them. Noah sighed and returned to the old man, patting him down until he found an iron key, likely going to all of their collars. He held up the key for all the slaves to see. “I.