It's called oral sex..."I looked him deep into his brown eyes, he was so beautiful, I never thought I would wake up beside a man again. I never though... I would receive and give pleasures to someone in the night as well as in the morning. I never thought that John would ever agree on it, it was out of the question. Now when we both had accepted it, I knew this would come to last. He was so beautiful and virile, a young stud. I almost laughed at the thought of comparing him with a young wild. I was aware that my jacket lifted away from my breasts when I leant forward eating, but there wasn't anybody watching, and, most disappointingly, the waiter was a lady.We arrived slightly tipsy at Bakken at about 10:00 p.m. while it was still quite light, as it is at this latitude at this time of the year. This taxi ride had been a bit more exciting as the taxi was a minibus. The taxi driver had helped me in; the seats were alongside, and as I got in I had to bend as I turned round to sit in. Mandy was from a very well to do family and she knew that in the time of slavery her family would have had slaves. Mandy approached the front door of where Marcus lived knocked on the door which was soon opened by Marcus, once inside Marcus said to Mandy ” this is your last chance to back out and leave if you stay you will be treated like a slave with no exceptions do you want to stay” Mandy replied that she wanted to stay, Marcus took her to the kitchen where his 12 year old brother Joe was. “I think Morgana realised that. It was fairly obvious you were not a real herald ... so to speak.”“I had no training, simply a demand that I go, say the words as spoken or die.”“No wonder Verenestra’s winning if that’s their attitude,” I said with a wry smile.“They are so used to command. They simply demand and expect it done. They have no concept of how it affects their subjects.”“Stupid, that will only breed resentment,” I replied as we reached the gates.“It does,” she nodded as she sent out.