<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a5/Hot-interracial-photos-interracial-lesbians-kissing_%281%29.jpg)</div><strong>Savannah Moon</strong><br/><br/>Without her spear sisters' help, Savannah Moon spent several minutes in private trying to struggle out of her armor.  Having little success, she gave up and called for the serving man to come in.  Her chocolate cheeks burned a little bit—she wasn't wearing much under this armor.  It made her feel very sexy being able to tease her enemies with glimpses of her hard, curvy body between the form fitted scales, actually taking it off in front of a strange man was a little more exposure than she bargained for.<br/><br/>“Sorry, I never could get this off without help,” she explained.  The black girl indicated that she had a nice indigo silk dress with burnished copper jewelry set out to change into, but...<br/><br/>“What's your name?  Umm...” she hoped she wouldn't be giving insult, but when she was growing up, it had been drilled into her that there were certain things a slave didn't do without permission.<br/><br/>“You can meet my eyes.”  She was supposed to phrase it so that it was clear she was giving permission, but part of her really didn't feel enough like a free woman to give a slave orders—especially when she really wasn't certain he was a salve!  “I won't take offense.”