Very good, my slut, I will come to your house on Saturday to discuss things further. Until then remember, you are not to fuck him. Your body is mine. ...es, Master I read the message to him, he didn’t say anything. I moved to sit next to him on the sofa, hiding the enormous grin on my face, and we cuddled in silence, neither of us seemed to know what to say. I must have fallen asleep, the next thing I knew he was gently shaking me to wake me up, then he took my hand and led me to bed. I woke. But, we're here to talk about your leave." Ben heard the emphasis on 'your'.He picked up a set of orders, and handed them to Ben. "Thirty days' leave, you're to make use of any physical therapy facilities available at whatever installation you'll be near. You're authorized travel to your Home of Record. Now ... Agent Munoz knows the US Attorney that'll be handling the prosecution of those arrested last week. You figure in the trial as a witness. Munoz thinks you'd be better off if you weren't. What these men were doing with their hands had her on the edge of bursting in orgasm. Hand after hand went from breast to clit over and over when a door suddenly opened. Jenny couldn’t see who walked in, nor at this point did she care. She was close to orgasm and was more concerned with whether she would let them know or hide it. Suddenly the massaging stopped. Her mind was swirling in heated emotion when several hands lifted her off the table and stood her upright. There stood in front of her. So far, I have been able to narrow down the date to before 1840 but after 1815. The rifle is a full stock flinter, straight grain maple with iron furniture. It’s my rifle ... I built it from parts I got from the Log Cabin catalogue. But the style copies one of Samuel Hawken’s original 1815 guns ... a Rocky Mountain Rifle. Five cans of Swiss ff rifle powder, one can of Swiss ffff priming powder that should last until I can trade for more. Three steel ‘hawks that I cut out of a 48” sawmill blade.