My gaze makes its way back up to her legs and I can already tell by the twist of her hips that she is looking my way. I maybe should of stopped starin... or at least give her eye contact but I can’t. I can’t stop making my way further up her body. Her turning motion allows me to see the curve of her breast with her hair dropping in her cleavage as she plays with it. As I reach her face I’m met with a smile, her cheek bones rising make her eyes smaller but still full of colour. That shade of blue. She felt him looking at her and said “Thank you very much, Master.” She felt him moving around to the front of her on the bed and he lifted her so that she was sitting on her legs with her hands tied to the spreader bar between her legs. She opened her mouth wide to take his cock deep in her throat when she felt the head of his semi hard cock touch her lips. He used her hair for handles to work her mouth back and forth on his cock as she sucked and licked him clean. He pulled his cock from her. "You are welcome, Milady." I said, but I felt a stab of guilt pierce my core when the sadness returned to her features."I do not have the right of that title anymore. I am a well-ridden whore with slave children. Life in Convey is not possible for me any longer," she almost spat.Swarta objected first, "You are an educated lady stolen from your peaceful life by evil men. We will hear no words of your unworthiness."I pulled her into my lap and let her cry her grief on my shoulder. Swarta hugged. It was just a little acronym, a fairly cryptic one, but it would definitely keep her on her toes. It would be the ever-present mnemonic she needed to ensure that she would be the best imitation Majestic Woman that she could be. Everywhere she would look she would see them. Every time I might need her to wrap the shell of Majestic Woman around her true self she would be prepared to do it. All she had to do is keep this thought in the forefront of her head at all times. It was simplicity itself..