"You have improved."And at this, he could not help but bristle. Freya acknowledged her victory in the first round with a smile and a wink.Roquan stood...to one side and gestured down the path. On this cue, several slaves stepped forward. When he spoke, his voice was a bit stiff. "You will be shown to your accommodations, and your needs will be be met. This is now your Manor as well as mine."The two walked past him, Freya casting a lingering gaze at the Overlord, and putting an extra wiggle in her. " OK, so what is the second trigger?" Guilt," he said, emphatically.I snorted in laughter. "With respect, Mort, you're talking cobblers."He extracted a sheet from the sheaf of papers in his hand. "You have been a regular visitor to Wootton Basset, when the bodies of those of our servicemen and women killed on active service are repatriated to the UK via the RAF base at Lyneham, have you not?"I nodded. "Yes, it's the least I can do to show my respect."The government didn't want the repatriation. You pull my hair softly, exposing my neck and I am already rocking my hips over your jeans. Theres a soft moan I didn't even realize I had made. Ive been fantasizing about us since the last time I saw you. I cum so hard when im with you. You feel perfect tangled up with me. "Who fucks you the best?" I say it smiling unbuttoning your jeans. "You do". You're staring right into my eyes and the longer you hold that eye contact, I can feel that flush come over my neck and cheeks. Im so wet and all. She was on her knees, wearing only little black panties. He loved the way she looked in it. He had them made for her with the mark he branded her with. The moment he walked in, Sophia blushed, struggling to say the words he had taught her to. "Master, your slut is ready to serve you." It was apparent that she never had to swallow her pride for anyone before. She was still not accustomed to this language. "What did you say, slut? I didn't hear that." Blushing furiously, she repeated it again,.