The princess was at the head of a slave chain, the female officers had been collared and handcuffed with thick steel chains that ran from their manacl...s to the woman in front’s collar, all the way to the princesses. Her chain was attached to Farouk’s stallion, Thunder.The prisoners of war had been sorted by the red robed priestesses of Kalah. A small selection of the shattered Galadrian army, some fifty woman and thirty men were chained and led away escorted by about five hundred Kalashites.She. "Maybe," I whispered. "Maybe this will get me out of my debt to you." Maybe," she replied before I silenced her.The sudden warmth of my lips on hers sent my heart speeding, my mind whirling. My hands slid over her shoulders, her voluptuous breasts, her flat stomach, her legs. Teasing her skin with my fingertips. Her touch was fire as she nipped my lips, her fingers ran through my hair and over my shoulders and breasts. I trapped her lips in mine, the fire increasing as our fingers danced over. After several deep gulps of air, I pulled him back into my throat and did it again.“That's so good, Mike,” he panted.His hand left my head and began to explore my shoulders, back, and chest. The stream from the shower let his hand slide over me with very little resistance.As his fingers glided over my nipples, I shivered. They jumped to attention, poking out from my body like two tiny, hard cocks. I instantly used his ass cheeks to pull his cock back into my throat.He ran his hands and. She hugged Rachel and kissed her cheek. Then, she did the same for me. She turned around and said, "It is so fucking good to have a family who cares for me."Rachel and I said, almost in unison, "Brianna, your language!"The countdown for Jennifer's arrival on the 19th continued one day at a time. We had many awkward conversations, but mostly we coped. In my little head, I couldn't imagine any woman ever living up to Rachel. I guess when you've had the best, everything else is downhill.I noticed.