"Thank you, Matt, I ken y'did, but I 'spect we'll each 'ave t'care for ourselves once someone 'as our bond. 'Eaven knows where we'll be working or wha... we'll be doin' in a month or two. You take care a'yourself." She patted his hand. "That's enough f'me. You'll stay in m'prayers. But you've no obligation, man. None a'tall." She wrung out her hair like a mop, having answered his offer without looking at him directly."I'll find you, when I kin marry. When I've served m'years, when we're both. "You didn't move off the platform, and you stayed right there the whole time. I took your clothes and walked back to the edge of the arena and I just watched like everyone else. That's when someone--some man I had never seen before but who looked like someone who once worked for my brother--led the horse over to the platform."The platform seemed small enough--or thin enough, so that the horse seemed to walk right over it. That is, it came right between his legs. The horse was right over you and. To my great relief, there was a separate general ablution area, which looked rather decent.After entering our tent, Gerald took command. “Arthur, you and Harold get the stretchers, and The Ballerina and I will sleep in the beds.”There was no protest and only a snide chuckle at the comment. Monty’s mob had often visited this place and knew the sleeping arrangements. It was obvious that my cousins had discussed this decision earlier, in respect of my far less than masculine bearing.By the time we. I lost myself in the pleasure but noticed it when she again started to touch my hole. It really felt good and I secretly hoped she would stick her finger in like she had the previous night. "Go ahead and moan if you want to," Janie said. "I know it feels good for you and I think it's sexy." When Jane pushed her finger into my ass, I couldn't help myself. I let out a loud moan and started moving my ass around trying to help her finger reach deeper. "Don't hold back," Jane told me. "I know it.