The cold fresh wind off the sea, the spatter of early spring rain on its bare skin were of no more importance than the squeak of a gray hunting bat, w...nging its way far overhead toward its Temple roost. It followed unthinkingly the slave ahead of it as they were herded back toward the slave pens for the night, not noticing the man who watched from a sheltering doorway."Orzad!" A low voice called out as it walked by. It hesitated, the familiar syllables striking a chord in its sluggish memory.. ”“If you got me the materials, I could get some people together and make picnic tables,” Wolf said.“We would need the school’s approval to do that,” Ms. Jaroslav added.“What did you come up with?” Alan asked.“I planned to help you with whatever you all decided. I personally think we should do all three, so we don’t need to poll the juniors. The app and tables would only involve a few people to get done, but would leave a lasting legacy. The homeless project is something the junior class could. I wasn't so sure because thatnight the clouds were dark and I said to the druid that rain would beon us tomorrow. The druid said that it would be okay.The next day we set off back to the palace, my stomach was in knots andif felt like something was in my stomach fluttering about. I hoped theking would keep his promise and make me royalty; I also was lookingforward to going back to civilisation. About half way the heavensopened and rain began to drench us. I was pretty pissed off as I pulledmy. I found myself taking those pictures of her out and jacking off every three hours. When we talked on the phone about her coming over next Saturday for another session, her voice was a sexy purr that had me reaching to unzip my pants and fondle my dick.I got another shock when I developed the last set of photographs. The ones she'd shot of me were damn good! She had a real photographer's eye for posing and lighting. I mean, I thought I was heterosexual, but those shots of my oiled dick in.