Iturned to Emily, and tried to scowl at her, but I don't think it came outthat way. "How could you do that to me?" I asked her."Do what? Make you sing...to the best of your ability? That doesn't soundlike something you should be mad about."She was only making it worse. How could I be mad at her when she usedthat kind of logic? "But...the song!"She rolled her eyes at me. "Don't give me that," she said. "You know thatyou've got a higher pitched voice, you should be proud of it. I wantedyou to. Luanga thought this was aperfect solution and decided to request a boy such as described by Smythefor the next trade in exchange for an extra 10 slaves. Now Smythe was usedto dealing in hundreds of slaves but each was worth almost a hundredpounds, enough to buy a small house, and so an extra thousand pounds worthof slaves for a boy would be a bargain. Especially as he knew he could gethold of as many boys as he liked for free.Smythe was in the seedy bar called the bakers arms in Southampton. She finally did shift position, but only to sit up between my legs and resume stroking my swollen penis. I felt like I was going to shoot at any moment, but I also felt like I may never get to cum. I was reduced to almost pleading, “Gracie, sit on me and put my cock in your pussy.” At this she feigned pouting. Her reply was “Ahhhh… I was so hoping that you would have self-control. But if you absolutely insist…” Inwardly I took the bait. Self-control? By thunder! I’ll show her self-control I. The downstream edge of this pool was a waterfall with the stream dropping down into another pool below, a perfect place to start casting.After about ten minutes of casting out into the upper pool, I heard what seemed like laughter, female laughter. Making my way around to the outflow edge of the pool, I couldn't see straight down, outcroppings were in the way, but I could see a towel, pants and a blouse down below.Deciding to investigate (the truth is, I was hoping to see a naked woman.