‘Oh!’ She exclaimed, pausing for a moment and gazing transfixed at the large calloused fingers cupping her own small digits. Harriet made the mist...ake of looking from the hand covering hers, to the features of its owner. She was immediately held in the intense gaze of a beautiful, olive skinned man, whose fiery amber eyes seem to strip her to her very soul. His raging pupils held her gaze as he pulled her sharply to her feet. But before he let her loose, the dark haired man brought her hand to. If she need to, she'd lean over and grab a quick drink. She knew that her body odor was terrible badly needing a bath. She looked at Atlanta and she appeared so clean and refreshed.As the sun started plunging toward the horizon Atlanta gave up all hope in making it home that day. To her she could make it. Dragging her new slave along could not. Valerie left the path, leaped the stream, and followed Atlanta up the hill.Knowing that Dakins couldn't climb trees Atlanta sought one that would be. She stood beside me, “Can I use this side of the stove?” she asked. I was surprised because that was the first time I heard her voice, but without a pause, I answered, “yes, of course”. We were both cooking and our arms would sometimes come in contact, and every time I’d get a bit tipsy. I kept looking at her whilst she was cooking, my eyes trail from her tied blonde hair up to her cleavage, I was getting turned on little by little. I guess I’m getting sexually frustrated, I haven’t had sex in. ”“Most of us often only refer to our birth mother as far as following genetics and family lines, so that is why I’m her slightly younger cousin. I was out of town when you last visited but I know who you are. I heard you caused a bit of a stir last time you were here.”Collin blushed, “Sorry, you can blame it on me being human. I meant no disrespect.”Veilis laughed, “That bitch deserved to be put in her place. We may share the same mother, but my younger nest-sister Vasa is a right bitch. I have.