Her heart stopped. This man carried only one visible weapon, claiming him either a fool or one that needed nothing more then that. Somehow, she knew ...e was far from a fool, for the scimitar that glistened in the bright light surrounding him was well tended but the scabbard scarred. It was not for show or simple sword play. Tearing away her forbidden gaze, she waited another breath before moving to timidly lower the flap back in place over the entrance. As if that simple motion broke some sort. ‘I’m not worried about O’Toole, but I can’t take any chances,’ Nathan began. ‘I need you to monitor Raymond. Take him under your wing. He can’t know it. Just get close to him and let me know if you think that O’Toole is trying to teach Raymond anything except math formulas—you know what I mean.’ ‘I’ll do it,’ the younger man agreed. ‘You’ve got to do it without anyone knowing it,’ Nathan continued. ‘Not Raymond, not James. No one!’ ‘I’ll do it,’ Henry repeated. ‘I’m sure that it will come to. You are not allowed to touch your cock while I’m gone.”“How long will you be gone?”“I’m going to have a sixty-minute massage. While I’m on that massage table having someone else’s hands all over my naked body, I’ll be thinking about my sissy slut waiting for me at home. It’s a huge turn-on to think of you home waiting while I’m out getting touched by someone else. I hope I don’t cum before I get home.”Seeing my cock visibly throb from her teasing, she purred, “You like the thought of other men. There’s a reproduction of the Iwo Jima flag, which a team raised. I’m sure it’s not the original!”I looked around. I noticed that photos from the USS Oxford had been added which reinforced what Susan was talking about.“There’s a painting of guys fighting at the Alamo. There’s a collection of rifles from a group of soldiers in the Middle East. The radio sets that code talkers used during the Second World War. Everything is about groups of people, and nothing is about a single person. I’ve never.