“Come on,” she said. “Come with me.”Taking Debbie’s hand, she led the girl down the small passageway.“Where?” Debbie asked. Diane led...her into her bedroom.“Sit!” she said indicating the bed and went to her dressing table. As Debbie sat and watched, Diane rummaged in a drawer and looked with interest as she saw some very silky underwear being moved about.Finding what she wanted, Diane turned with her arms behind her and moved over to Debbie and stood in front of the girl.“Since I spoiled. Slowly collected his scattered wits. Pointedly ignored several amused glances thrown his way."Not the kind of dancing you're familiar with?" Nurm cocked an eyebrow at him. Mak shook his head, still mute, and Nurm changed the subject. "How have the harvests been, the last few years?" The same as usual," he answered evasively, shaking his head as though waking from a dream. "Everything's just the same as usual. Nothing ever changes in Wallen village. Nothing!"It was considerably later when he got. The guests come around 2PM and take-up every table but one table which is in the middle of the restaurant and is left empty with no chairs around it. Then, led by a leash, slave Henry is brought into the room, going around the tables a couple of times so the guests can pat him. He is brought to the empty table and stands on top of it with his nice, completely hard cock, hard like a rock, pushing out in front of him. Many of the guests have played with slave Henry's cock when he served them in. ...." The waitress interrupted him by saying, "We nae have any food ere, lad. Be gone with ye!" Dale was stunned, and just a little miffed at their inhospitable attitude. He was about to vocalize his outrage when he heard a sweet musical voice from his right. "A shame on ye Sarah! The lad's clearly hungry. Go get im some food...." It was the pretty redhead. Her accent wasn't as thick as the waitress'. Dale watched as Sarah, the waitress, seemed to shy away from the girl, as.