”Startled and blushing, Mirabelle declared, “I wish to belong to Richard le Coeur as his concubine until death do us part.” Mirabelle was a roma...tic.“Acknowledged,” Dora announced.Richard drew her to him and kissed her deeply, then he whispered, “Do you want your mother in our household as my concubine with you?”Understanding that he wanted her approval, but not why, she whispered back her assent. From this moment, his wishes were her wishes – that’s what being a concubine meant, or so she had. Perhaps you can explain why you are sitting around jerking your little cock while wearing my pink panties.’ I was speechless and just sat there staring at her, my hardness quickly disappearing and slipping back into their satin confines. ‘What’s wrong Marty, cat got your tongue baby? Perhaps I should invite the girls in here and let them see what a little panty boy of a husband I have. Would you like that panty boy?’ ‘Look hon, I’m sorry, I was just having a little fun and didn’t mean to. There were some clothes in the drawer and, as he sorted through them, she stepped out of her shorts and top. She didn't care what he picked out. She planned to have them both naked, and he was going to help her get there. "Help me unhook this bra," she cooed as she struck a pose. He turned around with clothes in both hands, and froze when he saw her. His jaw worked as he tried to speak. She watched as he took in the matched bra and panties that she wore. The panties were little more than two. She slipped out the door, clinging as best she could to deep shadows on the western wall of the valley. The golden warrior had headed east, with the Followers in pursuit.She would head South.Probably to die of thirst or hunger. But even that was far, far better than dying in the Ritual of Pain that Northpath had planned for her. At least she could die with some dignity.Farwalker began to jog slowly. The four Ravenous Ones he’d killed had been shocked as he smashed through their spears with his.