The young man wore a short leather jacket with no sleeves, a royal tartan kilt and knee high boots with buckles all the way up and soles about three i...ches thick. Jimmy was certain he had never seen anything quite so bizarre. He bolted for the door, but not before he noticed the speculative lift of a spiked eyebrow and the effeminate bye, directed at his retreating back. The crowds outside had not diminished at all. He joined the milling people, hoping that he would not get lost. A flashing. My men have some training in medicine as do I. My father and I do not treat slaves the same as what a Roman does. In your case you will not be slaves at all but what I am calling prisoners of war. Do I have your word as a Roman and a follower of Mithra that you will obey my will?" Is this all the people you have?" Three have died yesterday at your army's hands. Power now is in our weapons. Firing from here will be the same as we did yesterday on the trail. No Roman would be alive by the time we. “you are my rakhel aren’t you?” rakhel means a mistress or a kept woman. I nodded and started to open my blouse. I unhooked it all the way down and pulled it out of my hands. Rajaji saw my globes in a white brassiere and whistled. He caressed both my breasts hard through and planted a kiss on top of each cup. I sighed and reached behind myself to unhook my bra. As I allowed the straps to fall my brown breasts and their engorged nipples were bare. Rajaji bent to kiss my nipples alternately and. When it had warmed up she said "Dad, in an effort to save water we should shower together. We have to think about the environment you know." Yeah right! All I could do is groan and follow her into the shower. Our shower was another erotic experience soaping each other with special attention where we needed it. I brought her to a nice orgasm but having so recently had one myself I just concentrated on her. After the shower we got dressed and went down to check out and hit the breakfast buffet.