On deck, I surveyed the dock, looking for the two women. A number of my indentured servants assigned to the docks lifted heavy grass bales to a hoist ...or storage in the ship's hold. No women. "Perhaps they are in the stone warehouse, " I thought. Yet, a sweep of the crate-filled building provided no hint of their whereabouts. Resigned to an angry meeting with both women I strolled a path behind the building and found a fallen tree to rest upon.A few fish jumped nearby and swirls around thick. . oh... more... fuck..." I began to babble on absentmindedly. I then began to pump my fingers in and out of myself fasterand harder than I had been, and the response my body gave me wasamazing.The pressure continued to build within me and slowly began to envelopemy entire body. I licked my lips and bit down again on my bottom lip.My feet laid flat on the bed and I pressed my shoulders down into themattress. I then lifted my hips up in the air to as I continued tothrust my fingers in and out and. We cuddled spoon-fashion with her back to me, and we soon went to sleep.The next morning was spent with me being indoctrinated into the culture of Horurie. Mostly, it was similar enough to the prewar life in Virginia that I had little trouble keeping it straight. The main item of interest was that the male half of the population spent most of their time fighting, either each other or various very dangerous wild animals. Every man endeavored to be as skilled as he could be with bladed weapons,. Just when Sarah was seriously considering making a run for her house, the back porch door slid open and the old man Mr. Reynolds stepped into the yard. “What’s going on Roofus?” The old man asked nonchalantly. He must not be able to see me. Sarah tilted her head up and stared at the old man pleading with her eyes for him to help her. The old man was already looking at her though and his expression never losing it’s little grin. “Who’s a good boy!” Mr. Reynolds encouraged padding his dog proudly.