By nightfall I walk around to ensure the camp is set & sentries are posted. Dirty canvas conical tents & yurts covered in skins are arranged in a tigh... hexagon, inside the hexagon campfires are lit & the smell of burning wood & cooked meat is in the air. Those men who are not on duty are eating, drinking, fornicating with the whores or gambling, I make my way back to my own tent, as I reach the large canvas door & nod in acknowledgement at the sentry outside, I can hear Gerrants laughter. Within a few short minutes, he had created a flat side on each of the logs. After putting the chips aside for kindling, he cut two pieces of green hardwood a couple of inches in diameter and a foot or so long to use for spacers between the logs. Next, he again used the axe to cut into the flat section of the log almost as he had before, but this time, he didn’t skim the pieces off, but just twisted the axe a little to buck the pieces up some without taking them completely off the log.After. At the age of twenty-five, Ratchet found himself in the employment of a wealthy farmer. Mr Harris owned several farms in the district, and decided to employ Ratchet on a full time basis, to service and maintain his equipment on the farm. Mr Harris had appropriated Ratchet from the garage in their small town, which serviced the entire district. Along with all the local farmers, Mr Harris had grown tired of the poorly run service centre, and took matters into his own hands. Mr Harris constructed. . you know what else is true?” Sandy asked Julian with a hint of mischief in her eyes.“What would that be, sugar plum?” Julian used one of many pet names for his first ever slut-slave, a woman whose utter thralldom to him had set things in motion.“I need that cock of yours up my ass, pretty please! You know that I’m hooked on sodomy, especially with you, and I also want my cunt fucked good, so I can have your baby! Face it, Master, you’re stuck with me. You broke me, you bought me!” Sandy.