They were shirtless, their skin covered in a gleam of sweat. A man wearing silks stood nearby, a coiled whip in hand as he supervised their work.“Co...e on,” he barked. “Faster.”“A slave master,” said Pyrriah as she came up alongside me. She wore the green robes that I’d bought her in Remna, her tulwar belted at her hips. I had one, too. I rested my hand on my pommel.“We’re going to be in danger in this city,” I said. “Stay on your guard.”“I will,” she said, her red hair flashing. “I just wish I. I refused and told her I want to see you naked. She took off her saree and blouse. But she was not removing her petticoat till I shut the lights. I was getting impatient so I pulled her down on the bed and undid her petticoat. I pulled down panties and saw her pubic hair. I started sucking her boobs and gently biting her nipples. I pushed one finger into her cunt. She started groaning and spread her legs wide.I pushed the second finger into her cunt and I started pumping them in and out. I pull. I came down and sat on the couch, putting my arm around Sarah."This is my problem and my trouble. All along I didn't want to involve you and now you are as upset as I am. I've been hurt enough in my life and now I'm hurting again because I have to see you cry." I wish you had not come, Julie, but my darling acted behind my back a little. So, now, what is it you want?" First I want to give you Mom's personal story, which will explain why Dad treated you the way he did and how the rest of it. Is it ok if I take them? We thought perhaps you and Andy could come over and we could have lunch together. My treat”.My mum Teresa is 54. My dad died when I was 11, and since then she has run the medical engineering company they started together, and made a fortune doing it. She’s been a great mum, almost an older sister. She had me when she was 18, after meeting my dad in a whirlwind romance. She is annoyingly energetic and assertive, and has a habit of making the world fit in with her plans..