I enjoyed me self like I hadn’t for bloody ages. In the end when I shot me bolt I were bloody knackered.I sat down. Our Elsie pushed me tea in fron... of me. It were cold, bloody inedible like. I flung it at her, “Am off down bloody chippy, you coming our Lucy?”“What about us?” Elsie whined.“Thee made bloody muck, thee can bloody eat ont,” I told her.Our Lucy pulld her breeches up and that and off we went.They were shocked to see I down Chippy, They let us go first in queue on account of none. "We know this," she said. "All here will die if this must be so. I will die, these"—she gestured at the males—"will die. But Amanda and child will also die. And when it is done, you too will die, Igwanda, either here or when you seek to leave. You must choose does this happen."There wasn't much question that she was right, Igwanda knew, cursing himself mentally for allowing himself and his family to be put in such a position. He briefly considered an immediate attack, but rejected the idea. They probably needed to talk, but above the kitchen they could hear the bed rocking, her husband, and the lads mother waking, as lovers, to the wet grey day. They laughed, then kissed, it was going to be perfect, regardless of the weather. Breakfast over and the relentless rain still battering the cottage, again they sat on the sofa mugs in hand, Ian as the alpha male said, “let`s make up some rules to live by this week, nakedness is the first one, but who can think of some more?” May smiled. First, words. Sluzhanka means servant. That is appropriate for consensual games, I suppose." She looks as one who is genuinely considering the point; as though she had not reflected on the matter before. Then she puts the thought to one side as interesting but in the context of now, irrelevant. "But this is not a consensual game anymore. This is reality. Reality needs the real word. The real word in Russian for a female slave is Rabinya. You are now rabinya." The word is bluntly spat out. It.