I put one of my men from Oak Hall to work seeing that they got provisioned. The animals that hadn't run off were first searched and anything I thought...we could use in Oak Hall was teleported away. The rest I left to whoever wanted it. I even allowed a few to take a camel with them when they asked for one.One man and three teenage women chose not to leave. The man told me his name was Namur. He was a tall man in his early twenties who looked like a hunter. He was well muscled and in reasonable. I’m Zac,’ the Arab man said with a slight French accent. ‘These are my wives, Elan and Parnella.’ Zac gestured to the Eastern European woman and the Vietnamese woman respectively as he gave their names. ‘Sorry we’re late. The traffic heading out of Queens was heavy.’ Isabella introduced her three friends to the Sayeds as they took seats in the booth. Then she told a bit about the new arrivals. ‘Elan is a house spouse, and Parnella translates technical writing between English and French. Zac. So I walked around the house, very bored...i walked in the kitchen and there she was, just laying on the breakfast table, all spread out like some porno star. Man she looked so sexy, her sweet hole already glased. So tempting, but my dad's rule, NO SEX!!! My loyalty to my father's law was strong, but not as strong as my need of sexual conquest, and since I havn't felt the warm touch of a woman in a while, this would have to do. I walk over to the table and I can smell the sweet glaze of the. The woman had long dark hair, unblemished skin, and several ear piercings. Jessica noticed a few small tattoos on her fingers. Her face was soft and comforting. Her clothes seemed fairly modern, although in perhaps a stereotypical fashion of a witch, she was all in black - A black dress, black coat, and black boots."It's so good to meet you, Jessica, I'm Natasha," the witch says to her, going in for an embrace, which surprised Jessica, given that they'd only just met, but she didn't honestly.