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Date Posted: 01:10:13 06/07/02 Fri
(02:48:42)
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mesha{TL^WE/LK}
~(RK}~
~*~His Everywhere~*~
Masters trained pleasure slut
Tancreds Landing
GorChat
: silent feet pad across the Landing the slut moves with a sensual ease, she darts in the med cabin, her gaze studying the shelves as she searches for the sip root, finding the jar on the uppermost shelf, she stretches her lithe form upward, delicate fingers straining as she teases the container from the shelf her ass wiggles helplessly from the precarious balance on her tiny toes, her teeth scraping the tender flesh of her lower lip, worrying her lip gently, long dark hair swaying against the silken flesh of her slender back, she wrinkles her nose as she studies the dark root with obvious distaste, hesistant steps carry her slowly from the cabin, she sighs softly as she moves to the serving cabin thinking makiing slavewine will not overly endear her to her sisters a suddenly impish smile breaks across her expressive face as she considers consoling her sisters with the fact that at least they can down the slavewine quickly shudders violently at the thought rather than being forced to chew the actual root like our sisters in bondage in the barrens
(02:50:52)
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mesha{TL^WE/LK}
~(RK}~
~*~His Everywhere~*~
Masters trained pleasure slut
Tancreds Landing
GorChat
: places the jar of dark roots upon the counter, swiftly she washes small hands, sighing softly at her task, she plucks a kettle from it's perch, wiping it with a soft rep cloth, working quietly her thouughts turning stormy, she broods silently as she fills the kettle half full with water, turning to the counter, she plucks some roots from it's depths, gently each root in turn is washed tiny fingers playing over each bump of the tubular root, lying them on a rep cloth, taking the sorp shell, she cuts each root into small chunks, each piece plopping into the kettle wiith a soft splash
(02:52:18)
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mesha{TL^WE/LK}
~(RK}~
~*~His Everywhere~*~
Masters trained pleasure slut
Tancreds Landing
GorChat
: washes her hands for five ehn, shuddering at the thought of the taste of the sip root on her slender fingers, she lifts the kettle, carrying it to the firepits, she hangs it gently on a spit, close to the flames, she curls to hr knees close to the warmth of the fires knowing it will take a while for the root to cook down to the black bitter concoction known as slave wine
(02:53:27)
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mesha{TL^WE/LK}
~(RK}~
~*~His Everywhere~*~
Masters trained pleasure slut
Tancreds Landing
GorChat
: cheching the roots, she sees the water rolling slowly, the steam rising up into the air as the water cooks away, she hugs her knees tighter to hr chest as she waits, she peeks over her shoulder wistfully at the Docks wishing her Master were here her gaze again returning to the fire
(02:54:52)
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mesha{TL^WE/LK}
~(RK}~
~*~His Everywhere~*~
Masters trained pleasure slut
Tancreds Landing
GorChat
again her blue-gray gazes turns to the kettle of siproot again, she sees the dark bitter liquid bubbling in the kettle, uncoiling her legs from beneath her, supple slave flesh pinkened not only by the warmth of the fires, but the heated direction of her thoughts. carefully using a rep cloth, she lifts the kettle from the fires, turning she stides purposely to the serving cabin, nestling the kettle upon the counter, as she takes the jar of roots back to the med cabin her steps silent, pushing the jar with the tips of tiny fingers back to it's proper place, she finds bottles labeled slave wine, strolling ever so slowly back to the serving cabin, her lingering steps allowing the retched drink to cool
(03:05:03)
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mesha{TL^WE/LK}
~(RK}~
~*~His Everywhere~*~
Masters trained pleasure slut
Tancreds Landing
GorChat
disapearing inside the serving cabin, she settles the bottles to the counter, taking a ladle, she strains the tiny pieces of root from the brew, then fills each bottle a look of utter distate cortorting her features as the dark liquid creeps it's way into the bottle, swiftly she cleans the kettle, putting it in it's proper place, corking the bottles, she carries then silently to the medcabin, placing them on the shelf where they belong, her chore complete, she races to her Master's furs, curling into their warm plushness, a soft whimper escaping her as the restless rocking of her hips announce the everpresent heat claiming the slut's wanton slave flesh
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