Grandpa and my uncle always described that situation as amazing. Well, aside from the point this damn slut again missed the greatest fun and passed ou..., but now wearing a gem, that held longer than any ring or jewellery, this sign, this mark of ownership, this reminder is still on her hooker-ass, to see for every punter, that she has a master. Watching after her, they exploited the situation that she passed out, she had a good breathing, her small tits moved up and down, her pulse got regular.. ” And with a wave he reversed, made a U-turn and drove off.“Never even asked for your card,” Jos wondered.“Speak with authority and no one questions you. Now, tell me where to turn off.”Jos pointed to the unpaved turning on the right. Patrick drove a bit and parked where it was clear that others had parked. This hills were visible to the east, but there was no trace of the village. Jos led Patrick to the trace of the fire. The stones and ashes were there.“Gone.”“It was, but is no more.”“I did. For now we must prepare for winter. There is still a village to care for.”Indian SummerThe weather turned warm again in a late-autumn respite, and there was time for one more hunt. Aard and Dann were eager to go with the youth of the village. Tia and Meta, not to be outdone, prepared their weapons for the hunt and joined in as well.“Beware of the wild pigs,” cautioned Jona. “They have been feeding on acorns, and are fat, but do not think that has slowed them down. They still move quickly. Watch. She handed me a beer and went to the other side and laid down. She told me to get comfortable and patted the bed. I was still harder than Chinese arithmetic. I slid both legs onto the bed and leaned back on the headboard. My beer sat on my lap to conceal my cock.She pulled her knees up to her chest and sipped her wine. The same sitcom played in a marathon and we laughed at the jokes. After the first episode was over she asked, “Another beer?”I was only half-finished with the one I had but I.