He needs to cut off the rotted end near the stump, but the bulk of the logs are good wood and of suitable lengths. By the time he has eight logs out a...d ready to drag away it’s getting toward time to set up camp for the night. He’s quick to set the horses to drag two logs each, then he’s leading them back down the valley while keeping an eye out for food or trouble. They’re soon back at the cave where he has the horses pull the logs into the cave and over to the side.It takes several minutes to. . dangit... oh crap, what if that's not milk? Oh god. What if... what if its puss and I have some infection? Does that happen with an allergic reaction? What did I eat last night? The steak was fresh and I got the salad a couple days ago. Same as the dressing. The wine is fine. The... milk... Lynn stood and, as her foot struck the floor, a small droplet of milk formed on the end of her right nipple. It was smaller than the drop she noticed after removing her top but still a milky white color.. “I’ll help,” Kent offered from across the room. “Um, I think I can get it by myself,” Tamara said. “I insist,” Kent said as he followed her into the kitchen. All by themselves in the kitchen, Tamara was quick to put a lot of space between them as she went to the wine rack. She had vivid flashbacks of them having sex in this very space, including herself on her knees with his cock in her hands. “You shouldn’t be in here,” Tamara said with a shake of her head to rid herself of those images. “Why. I objected. I said that I would not run away. Did you know what they said?" "The leg irons are there to keep you from being stolen." "Yes" She said. "I did not know I was that valuable. " Actually, that is an old joke among slavers. "The auctioneer pointed out all my good features. He also made sure that no one noticed my big hands. He even ordered me to lay on my back and open my legs so everyone could see the virgin cunt that they were to buy." She paused as my hands moved up over her soft.