He bears the name of my father and that is enough." You are a generous man, Sam, and you too will do much for both peoples in the future. Someday this...territory will become a state and you will become instrumental in making it happen." Come Boy, share a drink with me." Kenny met me when I came out of Mary Eustis' room. "I have a bottle of brandy that might please your pallet a bit more than whisky. We must toast our son. He will always be more Silvercloud than Jones or Ryeback, so it doesn't. I groaned with desire as her greedy hands explored my exposed flesh. Her flesh was burning as my hands found the waistband of her shirt. I started to lift her shirt up and off as well. I couldn't stop myself when my fingers got snagged on her sports bra. I pulled at its elastic and it departed with her shirt. The cool evening air felt electric on our bare flesh, and lightning scorched across our skin as she pressed her bare breasts into my chest. "You better be a good dancer," she informed me. Long before dark, we found an empty ranch house to settle in for the night. There was food aplenty, and it was well heated and comfortable. There weren't enough bedrooms, so we hauled all the mattresses into the spacious living room and laid them side-by-side and head-to-head. Sleep that night was in a monster puppy pile with me and my ladies in the center. I could think of no better demonstration of the trust these women placed in us again.I anticipated two days of walking before reaching. Fuck your little slut and make me yours completely, Master."Suddenly I came to the realization I had been treating her just like all the other men in her life. I had been trying to protect her like she was a delicate glass figurine instead of a vibrant, sexual, and sensual woman. A woman who needed to feel who needed to be treated as an equal and not like something that you put on the shelf to look at. She was not a bauble... she was a tool. And tools don't always stay shiny. Sometimes they get.