‘Excuse him, ma’am. He isn’t keen on strangers. He keeps to himself mostly.’ ‘Is he dangerous?’ Stella said mildly alarmed. ‘Oh, no, he�...�s quite harmless. He just keeps to the lawn best he can and stays out of the way. You’ll have to give him time. He’ll come around. *~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~* Stella and Mary caught up with Victoria in Stella’s new bedroom. ‘I didn’t suppose you’d want your late aunt’s old room so I thought I would prepare your mother’s old room.’ ‘No, that’s awesome. It’s absolutely. When asked, the men explained about my military exploits and why I had engaged in each. He was quite interest in why we built stone houses even for the slaves.Groene explained that, in general, I was against slavery except for defeated enemies. While I did buy slaves, I usually freed them after eight years. When we bought slaves, we treated them more like servants than slaves, and on the one occasion that we sold slaves, they were defeated enemies we wanted to make an example of.Then he asked. . Thoughts... ?" Yes, I understand the difference. What I don't understand is what I am. You, you call me slave, yet by your definition I'm not." My girl paused, a loving smile spreading out, matching the look in her eyes. "Or am I wrong here but haven't noticed yet?" I call you my slave because that is what you are, what you will be, mine. Just as I am yours, your Mistress."Zoe paused before replying, obviously ordering her thoughts. When she answered, her voice was low, regretful, her eyes. She would smile back but nothing could happen beyond that.Because, our town is a small town, any attempt beyond such adventures, will cost our career and life because, in small towns, speaking to girls itself is a serious affair among the public. Hence, even though mutually we have desire to fuck we had to bury the desire in our heart. Only this kind of small adventures which greatly helped our heart and mind by way of masturbations thinking these small pleasures after five months over and one.