I was wearing my official NBA warm-up fleece shorts and nothing else. Mom, I presumed, was still in her room. From her room, I heard a crash. It sound...d like that bed tray I used to give her afternoon tea in bed had fallen. I knew that mom didn't like me in her bedroom for any reason, so I didn't bother running to see what happened. Now I heard a thump, thump on the stairs. It wasn't the sound of someone running or quietly padding the stairs. It was a deliberate stagger, as if someone was. "Yamila is smart," Dagmar said. "She must have told them to stand on their guard." Yes O Great Chief," Inga replied. "I see no one else from the tribd here." True," Dagmar affirmed. "Gilda is still in the hut but she won't dare pestering my handies."The guards uncrossed their spears and bowed as the duo stopped before them."Our gracious chief, Dagmar Eydis, demands to know the current outcome of security measures," Inga declared."We forbade all the tribdas from loitering around here, O Great. She crossed quickly to the bedside and slid beneath the sheets and quilts.“Hurry, Mr. Grant.”“Mary.”“Yes.”She watched. It was not easy to extricate himself from that infernal turtle neck, but, he managed and was at once ready.His mount was quick as if they’d coupled before. She gave him room, her long legs opening to allow him to come close. The scent of the Old Spice wafted thru reminding her of her father.“You’re so warm.” Him.“I want to be warm for you. And ready.” Her.He felt his essence. Dressed in a tigress sexual outfit and has a growl that calls for me. She searches for a Master who will take her hard, and force himself upon her without thought or mercy. She will join us as well. So here we are in our own OZ adventure, each of the ladies tempting me and a witch wanting to take them away so she could have me to herself. I have the opportunity of taking each lady and giving her what she wants throughtout our journey. All of them has their advantages, each with their own.