His mama was a strict religious woman and instilled in him the need to always treat women like they were ladies even if they were lacking in manners o... innocent attitude.His Kate was certainly no lady, but she melted in his arms when he treated her like a Queen.Now he was associating with the scum of the earth, gamblers, whores, and gunmen with little mercy and no souls.They were back shooters, and thieves.He knew he could not trust one of them, but the Earp brothers were different. They had a. I wanted us to take our time, but we both were in such need, it was difficult to slow down and take a breath. I kissed him again. No, we didn’t kiss. We made out. I was making out with my own brother while naked.I stopped making out with him long enough to pull back the bed covers. I got on the bed and tried to look as sexy as possible, not that I had any clue what looks sexy laying on a bed. I just wanted to feel sexy.Me: “Come here, Eric. Make love to me. Please. I need to feel you. And then a perfect fuck machine!”We giggled like little schoolgirls as she went into greater detail of her experience. During her narration, I took a few turns at blushing about the things they did together. “Seriously, it was amazing... You know what? You should go see him!” She cut me off before I could even argue. “For real; you've been stressed out from work lately. You could use a good rub-down too. He'll work muscles you didn't even know you had... And pound out the knots you know you. “Does she make a good fuck?” asked Flavia on a sudden sadistic impulse. “N-not... very... M-My Lady,” answered the slave.“Dear me,” said Venetia, shaking her head sorrowfully, “she will have to be encouraged.” The two women watched contentedly as the living tableau continued to perform, but now at a faster pace. “Do you know, Highness,” said Flavia, “Xena did not truly believe what you told her was going to happen tomorrow.” “Really? About having twelve male slaves in with her tomorrow, you.