She laughed for 5 minutes and after that she told good for me. And asked me “did u shaved the hairs near your cock” I told “yes mistress” she ...old remove the panty which I was wearing and show. I removed it and show it. For that again she told “good slave”.After that again she told me to wear panty. I wear it. she told me to go and fresh up. I went and came within 5 minutes. After that she told me that first we will have lunch and afterwards we will start for that I told “ok mistress”. She sat. “You were staring off into space,” he said. “You sure you’re okay?”“I said I’m fine,” I said, a note of snobbishness in my voice.Jason scoffed at me. “Well, I’m gonna go take a shower.”He got up and left the kitchen, leaving me sitting there, feeling a little foolish. Why was I having visions of my own cousin taking me as his sex slave? Oh, of course, because it’s always been my dream to get fucked by a bad boy… Looking down, I noticed a small, wet spot in the middle of my pants. And I. "You there, fisherman. Why such a busy day at port, what brings the Royal soldiers here?" Bartand asked humphing the satchel laden with loot over his shoulder.The fisherman looked up, handing the man his cooked fish with a knife onto a clay plate and pouring some sauce over the fish for the customer before turning back to gutting his fish. The customer walked away swallowing chunks of blackened cooked fish. The fisherman with his knife cut open the fish's gut and began to empty its insides into. Sorry ... speekee no espana, no englay’, coche is malo’, causing our latest MIF to join in the pantomime when making hand gestures, to go with her question of whether Fatima had a cell phone with which to call for help.Once Fatima’s reply was established to be in the negative, Jane Richards pointed at her own mobile phone she’d produced from the pocket of her cut off Jeans and although clueless as to a number she could ring, she told the bemused looking Fatima “will call a garage”As if suddenly.