Roger was lying on his back, his lovely cock, half asleep as he was. It was all I could do to stop myself going down on him, taking it in my mouth, te...sing him with my tongue, and getting him hard again. I love that feeling when it starts to grow inside my mouth. When it goes from soft and silky, to rigid and powerful, is so satisfying.But what was I thinking? We had been so outrageous the first time. We could be forgiven for letting our emotions and lust get the better of us. But twice? Surely. There was a lot more intention behind the "STOP IT" this time. I backed off and she rose up on her elbows and looked down at her stomach and below. I followed her gaze."Oh, Shit." Are you all right?" All right? I don't know. I'm not hurt. But I peed all over myself. And the sleeping bag. Help me get up."We got her into the bathroom and she got rid of whatever was left, which I suppose wasn't much. She got her suitcase and brought the whole thing back with her. I took advantage of her absence to. That this deer and other animals like this sacrificed their lives to fed us and we should always respect that. The animal may not always be killed by an arrow shot and therefore we must put the animal out of misery and pain. We both came across the deer lying in a heap on the ground, it’s legs moving slightly and it’s breathing ragged. “You know what to do” my father spoke to me as he kneeled next to the wounded animal and stroked it.I knelt down near its head and pulled out my dagger. “Lord we. ” Diana began.“No,” Jeff interrupted, louder than he meant to. “Don’t even think about it. We can go there. We can take with us whatever I deem necessary. We can do whatever we want to for them, but we are not going to ask the General for anything more. Morales is a prisoner and likely to stay that way for the foreseeable future. Remember, I’ve told you that pushing the General would only get his back up, and in addition to that, I don’t want him pissed at me. We do not rock the boat. Just be.