She glanced back at Marrek. Her husband had a gun near at hand, so if these slaves tried anything they would pay dearly. Satisfied by that contingency... she approached more closely. Her hands glided along Khatira's dusky ass cheeks, fondling the girl's smooth curves as she watched that pussy engulf that rigid penis. "Ooooh yes. You two really do love each other, don't you?" Yes Mistress!" Khatira chirped obediently."Yes, Mistress! UHH!!" Humar groaned. The busty redhead reached a hand. That always threw me off balance, so I never assumed anything would happen until it happened - part of my grand theory of relationship management. Don't get in too deep or force sex with love. It's not like Sandi said, "Danny, I want to fuck your brains out, OK?" Not yet anyway. Signals flashed green, but I knew to never step on the gas until the road was clear.We had dinner - Greek this time. I had to marvel when she squealed, "I love Greek!" (sending a message? Moussaka and then some?). She. I patted his neck and kept watch as we rode. It was noon before they seemed to disappear. I stopped beside a clear brook and let the horses drink. I filled my water bottles and swung back into the saddle.I turned to leave and stopped as a bush that was not there before sat close beside the trail. I looked at it and then looked around before lifting my bow and fitting an arrow. The wolf fled as I aimed at the bush and howls rang out from the brush and small trees. I watched as the wolves moved. "I like your pics" he exclamated, "they turn me on." That is why I collected them in the first place", I replied, "and I like it when others in the chat comment on them".Next, I posted some more teen cocks, much to his and my own liking. Without giving it a second thought I started massaging my hard, veiny, purple-ish cock as I always do when I am logged on to Chatropolis. I had forgotten he was around and sat there, masturbating next to my l***** b******. His eyes widened even more as I.