We took turns playing ‘remember when.’ An especially delightful way of reliving, in the utmost intimate detail, scenes from our weekend. We had su...ceeded, not only in rejuvenating our sex life, but also in reigniting the sheer joy of our emotional relationship which had been placed on hold for too many years. What we had shared together in Boston appeared to have strengthened our love for each other, allowing it to grow and surpass anything we had previously experienced in the eleven-plus years. Certainly there would be servant's quarters, but most servants wouldn't be ensconced within a suite of rooms, would they? The Caravan master wondered nervously to himself. He was bathed, perfumed, (he had really needed it, too- after being hustled day and night without cease from WhooWhee.) and clad in sumptuous robes. Then he had to await The Emperor's pleasure. A anxiety causing pause, to be certain.Despite the uncertain circumstances, the Caravan master was able to sleep, and he wasn't. Well, you can imagine how this game went, I lost the game, go figure! So here I am naked and the boys semi-fully clothed….tsk, tsk. The guys look at each other and decide to take the game up a notch. Since I was naked, they started to touch me here and touch me there and while I was quick enough for one, I was not so quick for the other one. I’m sitting here, pussy wet trying to get these guys from touching my sensitive areas, but it wasn’t working, so finally I stood up and acted frustrated. I can’t believe this”She then said, “look, I’m not on the pill, and you ain’t wearing a condom.”I interrupted “I’ve got condoms, let me go get one!”She quickly answered, “Just no, I’m not fucking you. Hell, I’ve never even let anyone do what you just did.”I said “yeah but you LIKED it didn’t you? You know you wanna finish” with a big grin.She hesitated and said “Actually yeah, that did feel pretty amazing ... and that was just ... no. NOT gonna happen”Ugh. Clearly, THAT wasn’t going to happen..