I didn't move. I didn't know what to do besides sit down and cry. A twitch in the corner caught my eye, I looked down and saw Tara kneeling in the cor...er next to the suite entrance, trying to hide."Tara, come here." She stood and wearily approached.She was truly afraid and I wasn't sure why. "Yes, Master?"I knelt on one knee in front of her making us the same height. "I will not hurt you. OK?" Yes, Master." She did not even try to sound convincing."For Lady Megan's sake would you please keep. "My rider has returned from Mule Crossing and I have bad news." She's not dead." No. She's been traded south." Traded? South?" It seems her master in Mule Crossing had no use for a crippled damsel, so he traded her to a circus for a donkey." Niccolò, please tell me you are making a joke at my expense." After your routine with the officers, I sincerely wish I was. Unfortunately, I am deadly serious. It seems that Cathy Temp was indentured to a local merchant and he sold her papers to a southern. ‘Got her drugged and dressed, just like ye asked.’ The man opened the door and Reardon could not help but gasp at the image she made. Standing in the middle of the room the girl stood wrapped in nothing but a long strip of red satin. It wound through her legs around her hips across her breast and over one shoulder. Her head fell back but her eyes were almost closed. Her hair was longer than he had imagined falling gently to the curve of waist. She was gently swaying to the soft music that. I do you want me? I asked softly. He looked up at me, tears swelled in his eyes. I know you're alone, I said to him. I hate to see you so sad. With my free hand I tugged on the drawstring on my pajama pants which sent them slipping down around my ankles. He was transfixed by the sight of me in my panties. He needed no further encouragement and pressed his face into my cotton crotch. Beautiful, I heard him say in a soft muffled voice. He quickly slipped my panties down my legs and tossed.