We agreed that we wouldn't make sex a priority in our relationship. I didn't think we would make it our last priority though. The shower stopping kno...ked me out of my daze. The last thing I wanted was for him to find me moping on the floor. Grabbing clean sheets I started making the bed. Even though I regretted fighting with him I didn't want to apologize to him, not yet anyway. If he didn't want to sex with me then fine. He could go ahead and find it elsewhere. I was tired of having sex on. I replied in her old language, saying, “Sorry to bother you this afternoon, but I want to see if you can give me a bit of assistance to keep me from doing something you definitely will not like. You see, your grandson, the one whose father is trying his best to regain favor with the heads of your families, didn’t seem to appreciate me not killing his dumb offspring on the spot. Besides being too stupid to make sure he cocked his rifle and took the safety off before trying to shoot at me, he. It was about three inches in size and very prominent … just above the sparse pubic hair on her mound. Goran stood stoically as the artist worked, frequently seeing him stroking Cat’s pussy lips, even inserting a finger on occasion. The artist spoke as if Cat hearing him wasn’t significant. “She must be a valuable slave to mark her like this.”Goran’s stoic face broke with a wink to Cat, “You have no idea.”Back on the public street, Cat stood proudly in view of all those who passed. She couldn’t. Could he feel it too? I had no bra on, so he must have felt it through the cotton of my nightie. Still feigning sleep he stretched again and his body was almost on top of mine, with his hand still enjoying my bust. I too decided action was needed. I responded in a (hopefully) natural way for a sleeping woman, and turned myself slightly too, which resulted in me lying more comfortably, but with the added benefit of my legs parting and my nightdress and dressing gown riding up.... Benefit for who.