Lanti was teaching three of us girls a four-person cat’s-cradle when it happened. Blowjob sex I continued to serve the guard-whores and cried myself to sleep — a lot. Lanti was there. I remembered the last time in his tent and quickly pushed my face in the dirt and my ass in the air. She stroked my hair and told me that if I watched Tava I could learn how to keep from angering masters, but that I should never trust her. One day I had the idea of climbing aboard the wheel to let it carry me around. There was plenty of room because there was only one virgin in the wagon. In the silence Lanti spoke up in a choked voice, “Master?”
“Speak slave.”
“May I suggest that you ask her how she knows it was ten days?”
Big Master turned back to me. She hadn’t spread her legs, but she wasn’t getting up either.
