"What is she being punished for, my lord?" I didn't say that it was her that is being punished, but one can never know when dealing with High Priestes...es. They tend to see things differently than the rest of us." I continued with deprecating humor."What of your other apprentice, my lord?" He is a wandering lad that needed assistance; I hope to return him to his guild after lunch." Sounds quite altruistic, my lord, but I have heard that the Wizard's Guild doesn't do anything without some sort of. “Yes I did didn’t I ... So Sandeman ... how about I pull those little white pants down for you and fuck you from behind while you’re tied to that desk? ... well if you want me to erase that message”“What do you mean Sir” I struggle against the rope but it’s no use they are to tight“Did you hear me Sandeman?”“Yeah ... I heard you.” I wriggled futilely against my bonds trying to free myself“It’s up to you Sandeman.”“Do I have any choice Sir?”I was back in that situation with no option but to let. ”“She’s a slave,” said Glenda flatly.“Yes . . .” nodded Rosalie, “she’s that, too.”“She’s that, first and foremost,” riposted Glenda. “One must never forget that. She’s Quentin’s property. Therefore mine as well. And, as her owner, I can pass her on to you. If I feel like it.”“I’m beginning to understand about slavery,” said Rosalie quietly.She watched as, quaking all over, Quentin was fast coming to a climax.“Would you like her?” asked Glenda.“You know I would,” replied Rosalie. “She’s a. Her handmaidens were finally finished preening her and Kailya turned in the mirror critically, yes she would have the advantage tonight. She checked the light crystal and then shuffled through the papers she had signed this afternoon. ?What is this?? she picked up a contract and frowned, the Queen had signed troop orders and scouting missions, she didn?t remember a trade contract. Her temperature rose as she scanned the document. *????????????????????? *????????????????????? * The Queen of.