She took the first course of fish soup out to the dining room, and then went back to help in the kitchen, setting out the dishes of duck, vegetables a...d bread, garnished with a selection of exotic olive oils infused with the flavours of herbs, spices and limes. Just as she was about to take the food through to the dining room, her master came into the kitchen, and started feeling her up, stroking her body, touching her breasts through the tunic and moving his hands up to her shoulders. He undid. Being a dominant woman, I wanted my pleasure first. So I took out my cigarette and had a smoke. I watched him trying to pose, leaning against the wall, but ruining the image by jumping at the sound of a rat scurrying amongst the rubbish.Stumping out my fag under my heel, I pulled down my knickers and tucked them into my bag. I leant against the damp brick wall and opened my legs. “Lick me.”“You sure?”“It’s alright love, I’ve not had a piss.”Dick got to his knees and started lapping at my pussy.. A good thirty seconds passed and she did not move. I decided to venture farther onto the roof. This would expose me to view, but it appeared she was asleep. I felt my pounding pulse in my chest and my head, and moved cautiously because of my nerves. Mrs. Olsen gradually came again into view. She had to be in her late forties or maybe fifty. She was a petite lady, with short, blond hair, very nice to us, and I was friends with her boys. I nervously looked at her chest. She had wide, long breasts. "Sir, " she exclaimed, "I amsomewhat displeased to discover that I am effectively paying tribute tobarbarian warlords. I hardly think that is necessary. As you say, wehave a company of cavalry to guard the caravan. These so-called Pashasof the desert are nothing more than brigands! Their irregular bands ofhorsemen - or should I say mounted rabble - cannot possibly pose athreat to the trained cavalry of Kadesh."I raised my cup to my lips, parting my veil again as I listened to thisexchange. "We.