Sebastian watched the dancer on the floor as she strove to entice the men to drink more, and saw the wine slaves rush around serving wine and food to ...the tables and alcoves about the room. The dancer was enjoyable, but of little interest to him. He was finishing his second cup of wine as he caught sight of her approaching. She wore the more submissive tunic of a pleasure slave, and carried the bowl of soup, bread, and the carafe of wine all with a certain grace. He smiled and felt his blood. Lettie slept under the wagon with Abby and Millie and I made sweet, gentle love.June 16, 1845While the women were fixing breakfast, Abby came over and sat on my lap. "I heard you and Mama Millie last night after you went to bed," she whispered to me."Oh, you did?" I asked."Yeah, you were quieter than normal, but I still heard you." Maybe we should pour wax in your ears so you can't hear as well," I teased.Abby giggled then said, "I like it when I hear you. It lets me know that you love each. You bring your index finger up to trace my lips – plump from my efforts and dedication to your cock just moments before. You easily slip your finger into my mouth and I suck greedily. You smile at my eagerness to always have some part of you in my mouth. You remove your finger and trail in down my flat stomach until you reach my most intimate part. You easily slide your wet finger between the soaking lips of my pussy and I throw my head back with the sensations. It feels so fucking good when. I heard only one ring and then a breathless, husky voice: ‘Oh, thank God, Richard. Thanks for calling. Where are you?’ ‘I’m at home. I’ve just got up and . . .’ ‘You got my text,’ Veronica cut in. ‘Is it safe for you to talk there? I mean, where’s Veronica?’ ‘She’s still in bed and I’m outside in the garden. Don’t worry about that. What’s the panic?’ ‘I do worry about that. I don’t want any trouble with Veronica. Anyway, I’ll make this quick.’ Gaynor paused and I heard a deep breath. ‘I’m.