His clock radio switched to 10:00."Master! Here is your coffee." The smile brightened when his eyes opened."God, you're beautiful. Good morning," he s...id, reaching for his cup.He paused after taking a sip."Sleene," he said, "when I complement you, you should respond with 'Thank you, sir.'" Oh right," I stammered, "Sorry. Thank you, sir." Good. I know you're an inexperienced slave, so allowances will be made ... to a point." Uh, yes sir. Thanks you, sir." His smile softened.Propping himself up. "Maybe..." How long were you spying on us?" I was NOT spying on you!" Keep your voice down!" I hissed."I wasn't spying. I came up for... you know. But then I saw you were already banging her. And oh, my lord. I didn't know you could be that rough. I mean, I like pain. But that was just insane! You two were incredible!" Then she turned and looked at me with a panicked expression. "But how can I compete with that? She's so much prettier than me. And she even fucks better than me."I sighed,. This time the moans escape Natalya’s mouth. His tongue slips out to rub along her clit for a moment or two then escapes back in. Meanwhile, Rythern presses two fingers against her backdoor sliding them in and out, readying it. Another orgasm racks her body, causing her to shudder. A flood of juices pour out running down Rythern’s tongue and into his mouth. He laps up the juices graciously like a thirsty animal.Once the orgasm subsides, Rythern stands slowly, kissing her back along the way. He. They'll keep us safe."The princess and I hurried into the town, through its gates and along its sandy streets. Two of the rowers took spears and knives and followed along.We found Nausicaa's poetess. She was beautiful and kind. We spend several hours in a garden with a marble fountain and a ring of poplar trees. We talked of love and family. We talked of aging and death, and the gentle whisper of the gods. Nausicaa held my hand and leaned to me, giggling, blushing, and casting down her eyes..