M. I stared into Savannah's sweet,sleeping face. It looked so innocent, so pure.I touched her shoulder. She opened her eyes, staring at me. I'm suresh... could see the doubt in my eyes. Maybe the acceptance."Okay," I whispered. "You've got a deal."* *I woke up late the next morning, and I stumbled into the kitchen.Savannah was already there, humming. She had the coffee brewing.On the chair were I sat was a simple gray maid's dress, complete withan apron. There was lingerie there, too. A pair of. Again I could feel the strength that was at her core. She sighed contentedly as I applied oil to her legs. Her calves were shapely, her thighs soft but strong. As I massaged her butt, she shifted slightly, her legs opening ever so little. The oil felt hot in my hands as I softly brushed the cleft with my fingertips. I became enamored by the sensation of her skin in my hands. I teased her, softly touching her butt crack, easing my fingers lower. I gently crossed over her rosebud, and quickly. A pale-skinned female body sat up, bushy hair spilling about narrow shoulders. A pair of triangular ears, tawny like her hair, thrust up at the top of her head and twitched like a cat’s. A face stared at me, golden eyes slitted. A lamia. Her slitted eyes fixed on me, keen vision noticing me.Then they flicked to the sleeping, snoring man.The warleader slept naked atop his blankets, his body a dusky brown and so muscled his veins stood out against his skin. A shaved head gleamed in the lantern. I was in heaven as I reached her pussy. She was wearing open crutch knickers which allowed easy access to her freshly shaved pussy lips and her stiff clit. I rubbed her bud and slid a couple of fingers into her moist hole and she undid my trousers and pulled my pants down. My boner was aching as she bent down and took my helmet in her mouth. I had to return the compliment and so I straddled her face, pulled her skirt up around her waist and went down on her beautiful wet hole. I parted her.