"Yes, I'll take<em>very</em>good care of you, Cora." she said, bringing teh woman in and kissing the top of her head "There is no doubt of that..."<br/><br/>She turned to look as the little slave presented herself, looking her over keenly, and she chuckled a bit at the woman's adorable little tuft.  She also gave her ass a firm squeeze, holding it as the woman asked her question.  Freyja sighed again, and with the hold she had on Cora's ass she pulled the smaller woman onto her lap, sitting sideways across her lap with the bigger woman's cock directly beneath her bottom, still mostly soft, but it was slowly expanding...<br/><br/>"Ah... apparently a good seven years, according to Anabelle out there." she said, referring to the woman who was asked for brandy earlier "And before you ask, on the books it's for 'murder,' but in truth it was self defense and defense of others.  Apparently though, defending a girl from the son of the town governor still qualifies as murder.  Figured I'd humor them, stay in there for a bit... until someone undeserving showed up and needed to get out of there.  Speaking of which, you're in pretty good shape for a slave; I half expected you to be hungry and emaciated, but at least your last 'master' fed you well enough to keep you healthy... and you've got a cute little bum as well, and it's heart-shaped too!"<br/><br/>The woman squeezed her rump even as it was sitting on her lap, laughing a bit as the woman from up front - Anabelle - brought out the bottle of brandy and two mugs, closest thing to brandy sifters she could find.  She was blushing though and left quickly to her post, leaving them be as Freyja poured herself and the young slave a drink each.<br/><br/>"Ah... you liked what you saw earlier I hope?" she said, referring to her own body of course "What's your favorite part of me, slave?"