Laurel went to her campsite, pushed dirt over the small firepit making sure the fire was out, rolled up her bedroll put her flute in her pack, picked ...p her harp, slung it over her shoulder with her pack and left the gathering. Back at her lair she took out the flute and books she had purchased, setting them on the desk in the book room she then got the harp and took it out of the traveling sack and put it on a small table in the same room, as she walked out of the room she ran her fingers over. Some wish, both males and females, and others, to have a hold of her in their bed or sleeping areas; to awaken and to bind such primal energies. To claim the title of one who has awakened or deflowered such a soon-to-be house of power.* * * * * *Even the Viewer, watching such a sight in a mirror came to two surprising conclusions at the same instant.First, is this lass Rh’aan is going to bear watching; deep to the core of consciousness and psyche, the Viewer sensed a deeper destiny entwined. And also, Connor’s ass was somewhat loose, obviously because he had experimented before but Ben’s ass was very tight, which was perfect for ramming my cock into.I woke up and I looked across the room. Connor was still asleep so I got up and bent over his bed. I slid my hands behind his head and into his mass of beautiful head of brown fur-like hair and pressed my lips against his. After a second or two he woke up and another second later his arms found their place around the small of my back. "Must be one hard ass mistress," thought Owen.The woman executive noticed Owen was staring and said, "He's harmless. Don't be afraid of him. In fact, he's being punished at the moment. He's probably more afraid of you than you are of him." Oh thank you," said Owen, not knowing quite what to say. "What is he, Greek?" he asked--again immediately regretting his ignorance."Close. Greek Cypriot," said the woman. "Well, here we are. Move Zenon. Time to go get your ass flogged off!"With that,.