I took a deep breath and said, “You’re beautiful.”She smiled, tilted her head down demurely, almost submissively, then lifted her eyes and said ...uietly, “Thank you.”I put the bottle down, picked up her glass and held it out to her. She took it, sniffed the fragrant liqueur with her eyes closed and then downed it. She held the empty glass out for me and after I took it she moved her hand closer to mine, waiting for me to take it and said, “Let’s go to bed, Paul.”She led me upstairs, to my room,. The wise guy that offered to eat her said he'd ride the scooter back to their camp and my wife could ride in the cab of the truck. They where in a four wheel drive and she needded help getting in it because her shorts where to tight . One guy grabbed her ass and shoved her up into the truck. She said all the guys where hard tight flat bellied and well tanned. Once at their camp ( two tents) she said they iced the beer down and that one guy told her to pull her shorts diown so he could pay her. “Good.” I take a swig, and set the stein down with a thump. “By god, woman! That is wonderful ale!” I glance around, taking in the empty room. “And where, pray, are the others that usually grace this hallowed tavern? And where are the musicians and entertainments you promised me?”You brain whirls with ideas, and quickly settles on one. “The roads are icy, my lord, and the bridge damaged fearfully by last night’s storms.”“So, we are alone tonight?”Your heart flutters briefly, and the. . she preferred getting people off.It was the sole reason she existed.And so the days went past, one blurring into the next ... Slut would wake up, ensure that one of her living companions enjoyed the pleasures of her tongue, explored her body however they wished.Then she would shower—sometimes alone, often with company. She would lather her skin up, to ensure that she smelled good for Master. She would shave herself bare, removing all hair below the neck.And then she would spend the rest of.