Reaching forward, Oba wrapped her fingers around the back of Mandal’s long neck, drew her close and kissed her gently.
Mandal’s body shuddered as the kiss lasted for some seconds, then ended as Oba backed away taking both of her hands in her own.
“I am positive we will become lovers and it will be beautiful, but first there is much for you to know. Do you understand?”
Whispering, Mandal touched a tear spilling down her cheek.
“I think I’m beginning to.”
“Mal, he is a very different kind of man, as I have said before, and you are his equal, in most matters, as you are to me. But sexuality, and what pleasures you, especially for you darling, well you must let Mal lead and never challenge him, with in the “Play hours” that is. Love and s*x are very misunderstood in this horrible culture,
