She'd been six summers or so, the first time she'd been presented at Count Echanistra's court. She remembered him easily enough, but the rest of the n...mes and faces were a blur. Today was the same thing -- not to mention there were quite a few more names and faces than had ever attended Count Echanistra's Great Hall.One thing that was clear was the sheer variety of the titles. Master this and master that, and scholars above all. Those were men and women who studied things but had taken a. The décolletage continued so far down into her pubic mound she had to be depilated. She told her unworldly husband that it was a 'Brazilian, ' thinking Harry wouldn't know what she was talking about. When she told him, his eyes watered, and he internally cringed. He understood only too well what a 'Brazilian' entailed.She said she wore it for Harry, but you can be sure she wouldn't go through a 'Brazilian' for the likes of him. She always wore special laced panties which hung high on her hip. Anything you want, but don't stop!" I'm serious, Jane... I do mean forever!" I'll always be your friend, mistress... as long as you want me." That's not what I meant, Jane... I want Jane to always be my slave - Ihave no interest in Jamie." Argh arr... Yes, mistress... I'll always arrange for Jane to meet you- never Jamie!" Oh, I suppose that will do for now... Are you ready to pop?" Yes, mistress... Oh, yes, mistress... Ah, thank you. mistress!"Sigh.- - - - -"You are the best slave that I ever. “Someone to slip past. They set the fire to flush everyone out of the Manor so they can catch them on the way out. The men on the edge of the clearing, at the treeline, are there to catch anyone who make it around the first group. They’re herding us.” “Why? Why are they doing this?” Silmaria said as she began to tremble. “Stay here. Do not move,” Rael instructed her firmly. He drew a small but deadly looking dagger from his belt and moved between the trees, crouched low and sticking to the.