" One girl, and only one, per year, would win the privilege of serving Queen Anira, the beauty who ruled the province. No more sleeping in cramped qua...ters with five other slave girls. No more tepid, tasteless meals. No whippings. The Queen's slave-girl lived in the Queen'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. I let my hand drift downwards onto Lynnes bare thigh gently moving it back up bringing the edge of her nightie with it. Left it there for a few moments in case either resisted, Sandra's hand was still on top of mine, our fingers intertwined, she squeezed my hand as I slid up under the edge of the nightie onto Lynne's bare tummy. I let it rest again and concentrated on my cock inside her, I was flicking it upwards, wiggling it inside her, rather than thrusting, letting it grow. It was pushed. “I didn’t know you were so ticklish. I would have done more last night.”Tony was almost naked except for the boxer shorts he was wearing. Diana slipped her heels off her feet and kneed down on the floor in front of Tony and started to kiss his thighs as she placed her hands on his hips. She worked her way up slowly kissing his legs until she reached the shorts and started to kiss them as well.Tony looked down and saw her tits ready to spill out of the top of her sun dress as Diana moved her. She sensed it might be too late to bring Lady Elaine back from the precipice of loss of sanity but she felt much better for having at least made the effort for her old friend.The acceleration of the “goon-squads” of foreign tax collectors had taken place without the average citizen being fully aware of the subtle change in administration. Now, it seemed, like the changes were part of the country’s fabric and would be difficult to shrug off to bring things back to the way they were before the.