It took Megan a good half-hour longer to prepare herself, but when she came out of the bathroom and walked down the stairs to join me, I could tell it... was time well spent.The vision that I saw descending the staircase towards me was one of my earlier, religious expectations. An angelic figure dressed in soft white, flowing robes with golden hair framing a beautiful young face of a cherub, gliding down from her heavenly perch to serve the worthy one who awaits. I knew this was not a sign from. Television shows umpteen channels. Education utilises the most modern computer-aided systems. Moderation in all things is the watchword. Toleration extends to allowing alcohol to be sold to foreign workers in the country, though only within their company compounds. Women are taught to read and write, at least in some harems.Of course, these facilities are not all available to all of the population, but for all those who matter, the better families, they are taken for granted. A field slave. Malcolm had joined us and saw my glance. ?That’s our brand, we marked them pretty quickly using that.? He indicated the charcoal brazier in the workshop which I could now see was accompanied by electric bellows and a rack holding what were probably the branding irons. ?It’s our registered mark and helps identify them and prevent theft?A thousand questions were already swirling around my head and his remark just created more. What did he mean? Why would they need identifying, unless there were. Then his head was between my legs, his tongue dancing on my clit. The hand not fucking me groped my titties, rolling and pinching my nipples. He made me cum like that, eating me as his long thick fingers fucked me. While i was still shaking, he rolled me on my stomach. There was a pause, and a few noises, and then he hauled my hips up. he was between my legs again, and shoving his cock up inside me like he had the first time he did me against the alleyway wall. This time he had a condom on, and.