“I thought I saw something move,” he told her as they met, “but I wasn’t sure it was you.”A moment of whispered discussion and they settled ...n the banyan tree across the street as a safer trysting spot. The tree was further from the street than the building they had just slipped free of, and its multiple stems offered better concealment. Endless playtime hours pretending to be ninja and playing hide and seek gave them the skills to access this tree without being seen. After making their way. Now she would be myhousecunt and slave, completely. Laura’s slavery was to become shockingly complete. But this had beenevolving to this clear and obvious goal for over 16 years. Part of ourcommunication, as we began to develop our mutually satisfactory relationship,was through stories and poetry. I will admit that when Laura first began towrite her intimate thoughts to me it was a jolt. I had fantasies too that werevery, very elaborate, but I couldn’t believe that there was any womanwho’s. "You don't really need to wait for her to drop her guard, though," Claire said"Oh, no, not at all, it's just far more fun that way," Gruthsorik grinned.Claire suppressed a laugh and shook her head. "You really are cruel, aren't you." I do try," he said, completely serious beneath the sarcasm. "Although I still don't like the idea of using her until there's nothing left. Neither for the sake of your studies nor as a substitute executioner." I know, it's the thing you've always avoided. I told. I remember at one point Sam and Jennie finished a dance and sat back down across from me and the new girl that was feeling my cock. I leaned over the table and told Sam about the plan that I came up with on the spur of the moment. ‘I’m gonna make a bet that I can fuck every little pussy in this whole god-damn village before I go back to the world.’ That was obviously the soju talking. ‘Good luck.’ Sam muttered as Jennie nuzzled his neck. Jennie had heard me and I noticed she laughed. I laughed.