That included Rory. It proved to be an interesting exercise. Barak, the leader of the slave caravan, hadn't just been trading in people. Along with al... the things that he and his men had needed to survive out on the plains and in the forests to the north-west were bundles of finely worked skins and rich warm furs. I learned from Bolo that Barak traded metal knives and spear tips along with other trinkets like glass beads and pottery to the various bands for the skins and furs and for the people. “But I couldn’t wait, baby. Every Wednesday afternoon I get so horny thinking about your prick. She kept on sucking. Her tongue and lips had done their work well and now the teacher’s hips were again thrusting forward to meet her as she plunged her mouth down my throbbing shaft. The huge knob pushed its way into her throat, stretching it even more than men with much larger cocks did. Moti could hardly wait to feel the hot, sweet jets of my come spurting into her belly. “Ohhh! Miss.Oh my God!. They truly became US.”“I would like to give them one more night together,” the lord of the woods, for that was who he was, said to his lady. “What do you think?”“Yes, and lets stay to observe. The others rolling together in the fields don’t interest me. “So it was that there in the silver moon light by the standing stone the old lovers awoke and felt the familiar moon pull of desire. He took her face in his hand and kissed her. As the kiss grew deeper he slid his hand down her gown to her. An idea flashed in my head, I grabbed her delicate hand and headed to the walk-in shower. “Remember what we talked about trying,” I said as I knelt down on the tile floor and leaned back on my haunches.“Y-you mean...” Her gentle voice trailed off as I gently pulled her to me.“By all means, I want you to empty your bladder and pee on my cock.”“Well, I can’t hold it any longer, so here goes,” she said, standing over me.She looked down as her bladder emptied, sending a steady golden stream over.