"You've done well Franso," Xian said mildly, sheathing his dagger smoothly, "here's what I want you to tell the girl tomorrow."Xian's relaxed tone cal...ed Franso enough that he was able to listen carefully. At the end the baker nodded slowly. "If I might be so bold sir, since this information is useful to you, and things being a bit slow, would you be willing to..." Franso's question trailed off as he nodded at the bag in Xian's hand.Frowning slightly at the baker, Xian upended the bag, dumping. “I have examined many genders in my time – but the equivalence is hard to quite measure out here. This bat is very cute, but ... not quite on par with the masculinity that Greeter got.”Ember scowled, then slammed his palm down on the table. “You think-”Goat placed his palm on Ember’s shoulder “No, student,” he said – his voice reedy and soft, as if he was a wizened old man. “You must know that sometimes, when equivalence cannot be attained, sometimes, quantity must be found instead.” He turned. He was so tall and good-looking. So masculine and sure of himself. I like a man who’s confident. Samuel was unlike any man I had ever met. He was a man who fought for what he believed in. An advocate for Men’s Rights and Men’s Issues. He was also open about his beliefs, from his bisexuality and staunch support of the Boston-area bisexual community to the modern-day civil rights movement. He was a member of various human rights organizations. He also fought for animal rights. Samuel didn’t. She pulled out, adding more, and pushed back in. She reached in the bag and pulled out a small dildo and replaced her finger with it. Dripping more lube on it, she spun it back and forth, coating it. With her free hand she stretched me out and pushed in slowly than out, over and over again for minutes. My ass trying to pull it in, she smacked my ass. I asked if I could get a bigger one, she said softly as you wish. She removed it, put the tip of the bottle in my hole and squeezed some in me..