Out of the corners of my eyes I could see his movements. He came near my bed to wake me up and I could clearly see the amazement in his eyes on seeing...me half exposed. He got distracted by the view of my panty lying on the table. He did some unexpected thing! He took the panties in his hands and started to sniff them. His nostrils flared and he started to breathe faster. I knew he was getting the whiff of my pussy and the idea excited me too. I kept still as if sleeping and watched. He then. However, she did not have a cleaning cloth or a bussing tray with her, it was obvious she had other intentions. I looked in her eyes and caught something different, something had shifted and the energy between us was more familiar if not poignant. As she sat, she reached out and touched my arm, acknowledged me and smiled. I smiled back, my heart beating a little faster and my manhood twitched with a long forgotten energy as I tried not to stare and take in the sight of her exquisite body.. Isabel had been sold to a Miss Bjorn, a land—owner of Scandinavian origin who possessed one of the largest plantations of sugar cane on the continental coast.She had fetched five thousand gold dou—bloons. A man with a strong Spanish accent had bid against Miss Bjorn, pushing the price up. The sisters thought, mistakenly, that Isabel had been lucky. They thought a woman would treat her better... Constance was next. She waited nervously, with her sister. She was dressed in a bright red, sneakily,. The door led down narrow set of stairs and then into a dimly lit bar. There were only a few people in there, mostly wealthy business types in suits. No one made eye contact and the very few women I did see seemed occupied. I couldn't see Donna or the wife. I went to the bar and asked where the booths are. He just raised an eye and pointed to a back door. I went through the door and found a corridor lined with doors. There were red lights above the doors indicating if it was in use. I could see.