“I guess not,” he replied as he lay there, a faint smile on his face.“My turn now,” my ex-girlfriend, if I would call her that at this moment,...said as she stood up and started to take her clothes off before the both of us.When she got down to just her bra and panties, matching red lace, I sat up and, reaching round, grabbed her arse cheeks as I burrowed my head between her legs. I pulled down her panties before I sat her down on the edge of my bed, her brother watching my lips as they played. I made a mental note to send the volunteer company a donation. It was customary to donate for any non-emergency help they gave. Insurance companies paid when they responded for accidents and fires. Many volunteer ambulance departments had a billing service to do paperwork for them.There was a billing even if they burned an old barn down for training that the owner donated. Equipment, fuel and turnout gear was expensive. I would have Dan deliver a check in person, then forward the cost to the. “Of course, it’s helped that I’ve always had a good ear for languages. I spoke French, Spanish, and German when I was a kid.”I congratulated the woman on her achievements. She wasn’t fluent in the language, but she spoke it better than a lot of people who’d been speaking it longer. We still spent much of the conversation translating what was being said for Beatrice as her proficiency in the common tongue was somewhat lacking.I took thirty minutes to explain everything to the two women and. Elle realized that she was just like them, only better treated. ‘All right scum!’ shouted Zad as the forlorn looking humans entered the barn. ‘This slave will be staying with us for the next month. She is a favorite of Prince Adam so HANDS OFF! Any of you perverts try anything and I make a change purse out of your balls. Now line up for grub.’ Elle took her place in line and was handed a bowl of stew, a roll, a hunk of cheese and a flagon of wine. With the spoon she was also issued Elle began.