In the meantime I'm going to need a couple of messengers with me while I'm here. Do you suppose that those boys, Filep and Clem, would be available?" ...ertainly, Your Excellency," Daniel hesitated for just a moment. "But you realize that Clem is, well he's a..." A slave? Yes I'm well aware of that. Is there a problem? I suppose I should ask his master and all that. Who is his master and where can I find him?" Well, that's not a problem," Daniel said shaking his head. "Filep is my nephew's boy. Love of my life. As his little, I have flourished and grown, and even after six years of marriage, each day I stand in awe of him. Every day, his gaze brings me to my knees, and I willingly submit every bit of me to him. He is my Daddy Dom, and I am his baby girl.His hand reaches toward me and gently guides me into a kiss. Electricity shoots through me with his every touch. My lips part, and his tongue probes mine, dancing in some primal dance that leaves me breathless.I begin to slip from his. .."I got off the bed at her stockinged feet and couldn't resist massaging them, holding one to my mouth and enjoying the feint vinegar whiff of the perspiration from her feet.I undid my zipper and belt and opening my jeans and underpants slid them down my legs at the same time. I rubbed my cock, still sheathed in its foreskin on the sole of her foot -- God it was good. I stepped out of my shoes and moved up on to the bed, between her legs and braced myself above her on my straight arms. I. Liz has to have her face seen too and quickly."David cursed inwardly. He had forgotten that his problems were not their problems. In fact he was the reason they were stuck up here in Reykjavik. They were as good as marooned on a desert Island. They were not leaving until the police said they could leave. He just hoped that the police could not connect Julia and Liz to those burnt bodies out at the garbage tip.The conversation wandered on, but really there was no clear answer. Hearing the door.