It wasn’t the most pleasant landscape: needles all around, dirt, stains of god knows what all over the place… Mostly a landscape of pain and sorro..., not really promising. She had to be careful where she was stepping. Finally Annie was knocking at the door. A jovial man answered the door inviting her inside. “Sorry about all this miss, we’re gonna move soon. Come on, take a seat. A glass of water?” “No thanks.” Inside it was clean and it smelled like soap. “So, you are here for the announcement. The last time we were in those woods, we all almost died thanks to Keythivak, Zizthithana’s assassin.Of course, both of them were dead. We killed the naga’s assassin then the serpentine bitch herself!I turned away from the woods, attracted by the sound of a cooking pot being filled with water. I turned around to the campfire where my Master’s sex slaves all were fussing over the stew pot, including his new one. It was our second day camping since we left Az, heading east, following Princess Ava. I'm sliding my fingers deep into my cunt slowly, imagining your cock thrusting into me. I am trying not to moan, and at the same time I want to be heard. I'm grabbing my blouse and practically ripping the first 3 buttons off, moving my free hand to play with my breast. Now I'm slipping my hand into my bra and squeezing my hard nipple between my fingers. My hand under my skirt and in my panties is moving faster in my cunt, making a slapping sound against my outer folds, swimming freely in my. But vaguely. Still, whatever was happening to me must be divine punishment for some past transgression. At least that was what the good Father Rupert would say. Hah. For all the good that knowledge brought me. And so I continued.I was roused out of my reverie by one of the maids. I did not know her name, though I should. I was the "Viscount du Burgondie" and this was my home. But since I just "arrived" a short while ago, I did not. However, I did know what caught my eye and my attention.She was.