Complicated. SHE is complicated. Sit -- you won't believe this..." I settled back in my chair and the Decurion told me the strange tale of Hopkins the...Elder, the Fat Slut. I admit to some amazement... "I had her, the night before she became a sponsor," Tillotson admitted. "She isn't my type by a LOONG shot -- but the Major gave her fine marks and chided me for being picky and cowardly, so I tried her. She is ... accomplished ... beyond my wildest expectations -- and she brings a certain joy to. I’d have to mix some of my own men with theirs. Thought Alarin. He wasn’t stupid enough to fully entrust such an important job to these pompous oafs.“Sir ... If I may,” A thin, reedy voice floated from the back. “Shall I start carting the slaves we’ve captured back to the capital?” It was the slavemaster, Fethon.Alarin turned his nose slightly at the odious man. The man had a thoroughly distasteful, carrion-like aura around him, and brought with him a miasma of a mixture of sweat and rot. Helen was also sitting on the inside of the other bed. This put the two of us within a few feet of each other. The room air was blowing from the far side of the room blowing towards Helen first and then me. We were all talking business when I realized that I could smell Helen. I thought back to all the times when we had sweated together in the store. It was not entirely the same smell. To my surprise, I could distinguish that she was both needing a shower and was excited sexually . I became. I was rock hard! And I wasn’t hiding it well! I walked by the front desk and I know a couple seen my boner because they looked at each other with surprise. I also walked by a little Latino maid that stopped and watched as me and my hard dick in board shorts walked by.I got back to my room and showered up and just as I laid on my bed with a towel on the door opens. I wasn’t expecting that but knew I had a visitor coming. I just didn’t expect him to let himself in. He closed the door and had a.