No more sleeping in cramped quarters with five other slave girls. No more tepid, tasteless meals. No whippings. The Queen's slave-girl lived in the Qu...en's quarters, sleeping at the foot of her bed. She ate well, could take regular baths, could wear more than the tiny loin flaps the other girls wore, and had the privilege of being Anira's personal attendant. All she had to do in return was to please the Queen any way the Queen wanted to be pleased. It was an easy trade.To win such a privilege,. I sucked those fucking nipples like I am drinking milk from it. I removed her pant and her milky thighs were so smooth, sexy and soft. I licked her everywhere from top to bottom and slowly removed her panty. Her white pussy with hairs were visible. I was not able to control and immediately started licking them. They had little bit of urine smell but I licked them by opening her pussy. I licked them deep inside by putting my tongue. My licking was continuing for a long time as I am an expert in. “Hold it ... hold it ... hold it ... winter clothes ... arrgh.”“AHH...”When she was finished, she ran out to the SUV and hauled in the last suitcase. Edgar had hauled the rest.“Thank you, Edgar.”The whirlwind coasted to a stop, handed me an envelope and wound up again ... kitchen ... refrigerator door opened and shut and mayhem in the kitchen commenced. She came out with a bologna ‘sammich’ with every bit of trimmings she could find and a glass of milk. I was just opening the envelope.The. I know what I told you, but it is what it is, babe," he answered, dismissive and impatient. "Uh oh," Deon chimed in again, chuckling, "do we need to give you guys a few minutes? We can go outside or something." "No," Todd snapped. "It's fine. Deal 'em." "OK, so that's it, huh?" I said, backing away from the table. "Have fun then- and good luck...I know you always play your best poker when you're drunk and chasing losses!" I was so pissed off, and for so many reasons. Deon raised his eyebrows.