We drove to Kent this took about 90mins on the way we were both very horny,finally we arrived at Rogers house, parked the car and Roger greeted us at ...he door and invited us in, we went into the living room and had a couple of drinks to staedy our nerves, Roger was wearing Jeans and a shirt like me but the bulge running down his leg was massive, after some small talk the tension eased and we went upstairs to the master bedroom to start the fun, on entering the room there was a large bed and a. ?Ashley was very exited and waited for the first emails to start rolling, and after a few days they did, mostly from men who, obviously, can`t read and women with extra weight.Ashley wasn`t a lesbian, she was bisexual, but as a slave, she wanted a woman, in her own words, women know how to serve better. She kept checking her email more than a few times a day for any new applicants, and kept turning down all men and overweight women, they just weren`t her thing, she wanted a slave that paid. It was 24,000 steps home to Wildmoor Beach, so Tramis began his journey home early in the morning, pulling his handcart filled with the goods for which he had traded his pots. Unfortunately, Tramis had not been able to trade all the pots he took with him. Half his cart was still jammed with the jugs full of cider, while the other half contained meats, cloth, vegetables, and dry goods. In Wildmoor Beach, Tramis would continue to trade these goods for other things that he desired.The cart was. The drive to their house in Normandy took about an hour and a half and through the journey we chatted about my children and what we’d all been doing since we had last met, eight months previously in Kent , before they had packed up and moved out to France . By the time we had arrived it was dark and the isolated house was only lit by a full moon in a cloudless night sky. I always love the night sky in remote areas, the millions of stars that make up the Milky Way twinkle bright with no light.