" For a fact, his stomach tightened, knowing he could have dropped, lost or set his canteen down at any of a hundred places.His wits thinning by the m...ment, Patrick spun around in his tracks. He must find a landmark. He needed a landmark before he'd have any notion which direction Mary and the shack lay, or where he might find water. Once again he swiped at his dry mouth. How could someone raised in this wasteland get himself lost in it? Pulse quickening, he tried to shake off the fuzzy headed. It took the last bit of energy to put his sword into its scabbard. He blew air out of his mouth. His nose was stuffed with blood and snot. It had been broken by a lucky thrust of a slaver's shield. The incident would have killed him except for the intervention of the man beside him."What happened on the hill over there?" the man asked pointing to a hill overlooking the valley. In the middle of the last charge, he had noticed that fighting had broken out on the hill that was held by Jameson's. Suddenly Mr. Watson appeared at the door of the large hay barn, "Martin, come here a minute please. "Oh no" I thought, "what's up now". I entered the barn, my eyes had to adjust a little to the light but I saw both men standing over by the main stack of hay bails, with a rather strange wooden device in front of them. It looked a little bit like a sawhorse with extra pieces- pieces of what looked like padding and straps."Can you get that old saddle out from behind there" he said, gesturing. I looked down, admiring her beauty, stroking her cheek with the back of my hand while she sucked me. “You’re an amazing cock sucker, Kerri,” I told her. “Fuck, I love your mouth.”She pulled away and began licking my balls. “Ooohhhh fuck, that’s right, Kerri. Lick my balls baby,” I pressed her into my balls and lifted my leg, shoving her face into my taint. “Will you lick my asshole baby? Lick my asshole Kerri. Ohhhh fuck yes.”After a few seconds, I pulled back and positioned Kerri again with.