Me: Do you want to see it?That started our sexting. She was uncomfortable sending pics of herself. So I instead encouraged her to send pics of her bra...and panties. I have a bra and panties fetish. I sent her pics of my dick.She would wait till her son slept. I would instruct her on what to do as she would rub and play with herself. She told me how she would be sucking my dick and making me cum.One day she said she was in my city due to work and told me to come over. I was feeling nervous but. After holding the wet flannel to his face for a minute or two Jared turned his still dripping, naked body around and leaned backwards onto the basin and opened his eyes a fraction. He was looking out through the open bathroom door but only for a moment as he had to quickly shut his eyes again as the stinging returned. That flannel got pressed up into his face again as he let the water find its way back into his eyes. When he dared try and open his eyes again he discovered that he was no longer. He even had his own jetty.Lady Di didn’t visit him often, but she needed new slaves, and Lord Tye paid slavers to go around the coast and collect people for him. He’d had recently had a new shipment arrive, so he had contacted Lady Di. She paid better than Domo Ethan did for slaves.I hated that I worked for a slaver and even worse, I hated being a slave. I had been one all my life to my knowledge. I wasn’t a good slave in respect of the fact that I have trouble kowtowing to abusive people. It. Figuring it was the adrenaline rush of a life-or-death situation, Madeleine pushed those thoughts from her mind and continued pelting Igraine with water. At that moment, Dave had recovered enough to join her, drenching Igraine with a massive wave and knocking her to the ground for the moment.“Whoa… Maddie?! You’re using sorcery?!” Dave asked.“Um, I suppose I am,” she giggled. “Merlin saw something just as he passed away and gave me his pendant. He told me to use it to help you.”“Perfect!” .