"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do miss them. Unavoidable, given the Emperor's attitude towards slaves."Janna felt her heart race again, but this time it... was with excitement. It was just like at court. For the moment, there were no other Lords in the room, just these three, and now just the one that responded to her. She could relate better now. She could do what her forte was, which was make a person say something that would take her in the direction she wished to go.Janna smiled at him and drew. As we were lying in bed the first night, talking, he rolled over and looked me square in the eye. He said. "Would you suck my dick?" My heart jumped in my chest! Was one of my deepest fantasies about to come true? Did he really want me to suck his cock? I had to play it cool. What if he was just fucking with me? What if he told our family I willingly gave him a blow job? I could be turned into the family "faggot" in no time and endure a lifetime of harassment and ostracism. I looked at him as. She said she wanted to check the dresses and that wanted a suggestion so if I could help her with it. I agreed with her and I lied down on her bed as she went to the washroom to change.She came back wearing the first dress. It was a Rajasthani dress, with a choli and a ghagra. It was a short choli and was a bit tight so it brought her boobs out really well and could see her deep navel. I saw and I said its ok, although she looked really sexy in it.So she went in and came out wearing the next. She agreed, and turned her back towards me, dropping her head towards her chest, leaving a most unbelievable neck bare. At my disposal. I began to massage her neck, starting with my fingers slowly yet firmly applying pressure at the right spots; I hadn’t studied sexology for no reason! I moved my hands over her shoulders and began to rub them. One hand on her shoulder the other hand concentrating on the back of her neck and scalp. She began to move her head around so as I could massage the.