"I took the last part of that conversation as a warning and felt a shiver of dread. Now that the time was here, my stomach was a mass of butterflies a...d I could feel gooseflesh covering my skin."You look a little cold," the chef remarked, his eyes on my breasts.I couldn't help but glance down, seeing the small brown tips grow tight. "You think?" I know I was being rude but for the life of me, I couldn't find it in me to care. "Can we just get on with this?" Yeah, sure," the man said, pulling. She grabbed the phone, pressed the button but to her surprise her father had picked up the phone seconds before her. She was about to put the phone down when she heard a familiar voice at the other end, it was her Mom’s. She thought for a split second and kept her mouth shut as she listened to their conversation. She hung up the phone after her father did. Brittany felt sad for her father who was downstairs at that moment in his small office. Her mother would not be home again due to some. When Jerusalem surrendered, thousands of surrendered Mameluk troops were loaded aboard our cargo ships and sent to Khadjibey as slaves to be distributed among the dozens of new mines or to be used working the fields this summer.Our scout ships gave us plenty of warning about the Mameluk fleet finally sailing our way. Half of our ships sailed around them, coming in from behind them while the other half sailed along the coast to meet them. They seemed to be headed for Gaza so we shifted the bulk. Your face was picture of feminine charm, seeming sharp and smooth, beautiful blue eyes decorated your face and golden hair that you always kept on a ponytail fell down your back. Your chest was rather large, filling a C cup nicely, you also had a perfect bubble butt that a coin could bounce on. You were proud of your body, but your armour made it so few would ever get to see it.Despite everything, however, there was a dark truth that you kept hidden from anyone. Your status and oaths would.