Aaron heard fighting up ahead, so he quickly moved from tree to tree trying to get closer. He came upon a small clearing were Reg was engaged with two...warriors.Watching Reg wield his sword was a sight to be held; the way he jumped and spun, attacked, defended, counter-attacked was poetry in motion. Aaron had originally thought Reg a bit of a dandy, but he quickly revised his opinion. Reginald Ravensblade was a seriously deadly adversary.Reg quickly dispatched his foes and Aaron noticed another. Your advice on how to deal with the newly killed animals is welcome. I knew that meat spoils as does fish, but didn’t realise that the guts speed up the spoiling. The tribal cooks probably know how to cook meat, but I can check with them, and also the idea of soup from bones will be familiar, for I know they make fish soup from fish heads and bones, so I expect the process is similar.”John raised an eyebrow at the lack of dogs. “Dogs can be trained to do a number of useful things. They have. So when we were in the pool kitty had started getting a bit too confident decided she was gonna tease me in a pool full of other people. I was leaning up against the side of the pool, same up in front of me, just in arms reach, and she pressed her foot up against my cock and rubbed it for a few seconds. Then she swam away dove down, swan back towards me and grabbed my cock to make sure she'd gotten it hard, which she had. She then came up right in front of me, sprayed water in my face, gave me. “Help Slave Melanie straddle me, redhead cunt. Lift her hips so that she can sink her cute cunt on my re-energized prick, yes?” “Yes Master!” Roxanna chirped. Melanie groaned in disgust.“No! Stop it! Don’t help him rape me!” she whined. But it was no use, and soon Roxanna was painstakingly wrapping Melanie’s legs around her rapist’s muscular buttocks. Roxanna gently grasped Steiner’s cock and guided it inside her Master’s young blonde slave. Melanie shuddered as she felt the penis fit snugly.