On hearing this, her parents had wondered if he was some con artist, spinning a fantasy for her, but a quickly arranged long weekend trip to his estat...e for Beka and her parents at his invitation had cleared up all doubts once and for all.The other misfortune was that Fred had so little family of his own. His three sisters were all he had left of family in the world. They would be bridesmaids for her. They were as beautiful as she was, and with her red hair and their blond, brunet, and black. The weather was cold, often, accompanied by an certain dampness that scored right down to your very bones. Finding ways to entertain yourself could be just as difficult and vexing. My roommate and I sat silently in our living room of our simple apartment. Mina sat at the end of the couch staring out the window, her chin resting upon her palm. We had been discussing ideas of what to do this evening for entertainment. By the look of the roads we weren't leaving the apartment. The plow trucks. Just as her Andrew had loved to do, David, her Emir, lay with one arm under her neck and her head resting on his shoulder. The other hand gently stroked her hip and he quickly fell asleep.Towards dawn she woke and saw that he had a prominent erection. As she watched it, his penis twitched slightly in whatever dream he was having, and this was too much of a temptation. She stroked him very gently until she was sure he would not waken, and then took him deep into her mouth. Bobbing gently up and. Most of his time was spent in charge of the operations of the port. Marcus had been summoned to the port late one evening because a trader had been caught trying to smuggle slaves through the port. Marcus never understood why traders would risk so much to save a few golds in tariffs. The trader had been summarily executed. The slaves became property of the Legate and were to be catalogued and sent to Rome. Perhaps Marcus had been reading too many works of the Stoics in Greece. They taught that.