Each Merchant house enclave has them, and there are many independent ones right here among the tents and stalls of the travelers.”“A bit like Jars...umat, I suppose.”“Only on the surface, the independent merchants are not organized and there is always a lot of competitive aggression all the way to murder and kidnapping. The houses are well organized and there are always shifting alliances, but in general, they leave each other alone.”He put his hand over his eyes to shade them against the glaring. .. job!"Bobbi just kept patting Robbie on the back. She could Feel Robbie's breasts pressing against hers. *Must be a C cup by now,* she thought, *my size.* She pushed her friend away a bit and was shocked at just how much Robbie looked like her. *If I fixed her up, we could be twins with different colored hair.* her thoughts continued. *That's what I'll do!* "Come on, honey." She pulled Robbie once more toward The Chair. "Momma Bobbie will pamper you with The Works and that'll make you feel. “Wouldn’t it have been nice to have a slave who was capable in the kitchen?” he mused, teasing her. “Fortunately, I’m competent enough for us both, I think.” “Yes, Master—thank you for the lovely meals,” Marie hurried to say. “How do you manage when I’m not around?” He was genuinely curious. Marie grimaced, thinking of how frequently she ate cereal for breakfast, lunch, and dinner—how horrified he’d be to hear of that, she thought! “You don’t want to know,” she muttered. There was a brief. I noted with disappointment that she was wearing her thick robe again. Without comment she ripped away the bedclothes and rolled me onto my back. Quite suddenly I felt my cock enveloped in a warm wetness that I wasn't prepared for. I hadn't noticed the washcloth that Vera had been carrying, but it was a pleasurable sensation anyway, I just lay back and enjoyed. I wasn't sure she needed to be quite so vigorous with the towel though. Then something happened that I was totally unprepared for..