“Welcome back, Mr. xxx desi this is my punishment.” Hamilton unbuttoned his shirt and pulling it off pressed his body against hers, his chest to her breasts. His personal slave Annalisa Jorgensen, who bore the slave name Rana, rushed out and leaned against him, supporting him as best she could. And now, now, I want to make post. Nasira nodded but said nothing. She was shaking as he moved behind her. In the end it hardly mattered, the political reasons for this gesture had evaporated. I come directly from the Imperial Palace to discuss a matter of some importance about your ship.”
Daro paused, looking around casually as the carriages were unpacked and the horses slowly taken to the stables. “You will say ‘yes master’ when he addresses you, slave.”
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