She had marveled at the way his mere arrival had caused a commanding reaction. Merely seeing that gave a rise to her suffering soul. What followed by ...him taking her from the caravan continued to give her pause in reflection. For the first time since arriving, she felt safe though he had made it clear she was still a slave and the mark on her back guaranteed that would always be true on HOR. He also made it clear that if their future should be bound together depended on the perception of her as. I took my cock out and traced the line of her body without touching her like a dowser searching the ground for water."Look how hard you made me, mom." I stripped and got up on the bed next to her. I removed her sandals, her toe nails were lacquered fire-engine red, a color that drew the first ooze of precum as I took her now naked feet and used them like tongs to play with my cock. Her soft soles and petite toes feeling better than I had imagined. "That's it mom, toe my cock with your pretty. Mary wore a little more than I. She had the same little bag but wore it as a shoulder bag. I commented on it and she laughed. “Yeah! We all have them. Jim’s little ownership tag.” she said happily.“All” I questioned in some surprise.She laughed again. “You, me, Sharon and Martha – you haven’t met Martha yet. She is Sharon’s best friend. She can only go on holiday with Sharon. If you catch my drift?”I did. Jim had quite a little party of friends and if Martha was as much fun as. "I followed her down the hall to a door with 'Kate Abernathy' stenciledacross it. Smiling, Brittany knocked on the door and then turned andwalked away, leaving me nervously waiting for someone to answer.The door opened quickly, and a tall, skinny woman with long black hair andslightly Asian features was standing there with a smile on her face. Shelooked to be in her early thirties."Sarah?" she asked me. I nodded, and her smile broadened. "Pleased to meetyou, I'm Kate Abernathy. Come in."She.