Her arms were not flabby, butlacked the firmness of a younger woman. Her tummy was not the flatnessof a teen and her bottom lacked the curve and firmn...ss it once had. Aswe talked, she explained she wanted to be photographed in a simple blackdress. A classic and classy type picture. She wanted to show herfeminine side, but not look trashy and to make her husband look at herwith pride and desire. I nodded as I took notes. She wanted a littlebreak and diversion from her job as a Special Education. "In a manner of speaking," Mathew agreed. Though the family had distaste for slavery, they knew that it was important and so tolerated it. Unlike some owners, House Jacobs treated their slaves very well, practically as employees. The only real restriction on them was that their wage was lower and that they had a curfew. "On that note, if something happens that forces you to take a slave or two, do it, even if you don't want to. You can always drop them off back here when you come and visit, or. I stroked her legs, tummy and sides, casually glancing her bra ridge for effect but never reaching her nipples. She sat up and quickly kissed my cheek and said "thanks that was f-f-f-fantastic" I flashed her my 'prime eyebrow' im infamous for and laid her backward. "dont u wanna doit or a blowjob or somethin?" she asked. I replied "next time" and bent down and started tonguing her clit. The angle left little for technique but she wailed out "shit shit shit" i could feel her belly swell below. "Oathbreaker," she said.A scabbard fell into Yara's lap. She read the runes on the scabbard.Oathdrinker.The Lady of the Lake rose from the water. She said, "In this modern age,I wanted to give you firearms. This will have to do."Yara rose. She sheathed the sword and bowed deeply. Then, unsure, shecurtsied.The Red Witch was fierce and beautiful. Yara tried to speak. She foundshe had no words.The Lady of the Lake spoke. "You are no Guinevere, destroyer of kingdoms.And yet." She pursed her lips..