My fingers moved in closer and closer, knowing that I wanted to explore every inch of her whether it was dry, smooth, or wet. Her face, to see how sof... it was, her ass to see how juicy it was, her lips to see how smooth and wet they were, her breast to feel how hard her nipples could get from my touch, and in between her legs, just to hear her sweet moan and watch her body ache for me. I moved in a little closer while I watched her gasp and bite on her bottom lip. So close to do whatever, so. There didn’t seem to be anything wrong with Rheyari, so I asked her why she came. She removed her headscarf to reveal a streak of black hair running through her blonde. I assumed she dyed it and her parents had sent me to fix the issue. I must admit,” Zander laughed, “I was a little mad that the villagers had now decided I was fit to be the town hair dresser. The girl insisted that she didn’t dye it, and with a little prying from myself, I learned that she had developed the color change after. He looks down the opening of her white blouse at her white-painted breasts. He looks at her perfect round bottom in her white denim shorts and her perfect thighs and legs. He looks at her hand. An index finger moves, ever so slowly. It points discreetly to him, then herself then to the side along one of the streets. As the market winds up late in the night, Ouan stands where the busker’s finger had pointed. Then the white statue approaches from the darkness, walking slowly, carry her top. Quentin smiled. It was good... good. This attractive young woman was his first and paramount slave, the sadistic pleasure he got out of her was beyond compare!At Quentin’s side was a bell. He rang it... and Maria and Heidi came scampering out of the house, breasts dancing, flesh all alive-oh! “Bring me another bottle of wine,” he ordered. “And two glasses...”“Yes... yes... Master... at once...”It was Heidi who ran the fastest and returned with a laden ice-bucket. She got no thanks. Quentin.