I couldn't concentrate on anything. I could feel his warm tongue running down my shaft and then back up to the head. I moaned as he flicked his tongue...back and forth. He gently nibbled on my balls after. I wanted to jump and bend him over, but he pushed me down back on the bed. I grunted as I tried to get up. He laughed as he got on top of me. He locked my legs with his. I felt his hard cock pressing up against me. It was surprisingly small, at least 5 and a half inches. I rolled around in his. It was a long, lonely two weeks.Fourteen days after leaving, I was again near the main road to Westown. I had just turned on to that road, when I was hailed from behind. Turning in the saddle, I saw my superior, the Royal Executioner, approaching. I waited for him to catch up.“My Lord, I had no idea you would be out this way,” I said, as he approached.“I wouldn’t be, but for a pregnant, abused slave girl. I assume you know something about it.”“Yes, my Lord. I know considerable about it, but how. Kasey was impressed with you too and that takes a lot ... believe me. If you can handle the load, she and I can throw a lot of work your way,” he said, looking at me with a straight face, no smile.“Kasey and I are working on something entirely different and we may need someone like you with us, would you be willing to at least listen to an offer ... that is if we can put this together?”“Yes Sir, I appreciate you wanting to help and I think you already know I need anything I can get, but I. ." She began. "I'm Chris Roberts; my dad just got transferred here, before this welived in Boston, Massachusetts." Chris added quickly, realising Juliethadn't remembered her last name. "Pleased to meet you Chris." Jane Saunders smiled." Find yourself aseat, there's one vacant next to Juliet, I'm sure you'll get to meet andgreet everyone here, as the day progresses, now, where were we? Oh yes,Chapter 11 of the Great Gatsby, you'll feel at home, Chris, its set inAmerica." The class all.