We both know this mule and his tack are worth thirty-five or forty dollars easy, but right now I've got me a big knife hole in my hind leg and if I do...'t have to get back down off of this tall stud to haggle, I'll take thirty for him."The old timer looked at the mule's teeth to determine his age; he picked up his feet to check on his disposition and the condition of his hooves, then he lightly swung onto his back and reined him around the yard to make sure that he rode all right. This mule was. That she already belonged to Bes. Khyan looked sadly upon her—his favorite daughter—and told her that he had not heard her, that she would have to say it again for him to hear her. But that before she spoke she should know that he was honor bound to only one course if he had heard what he did not hear—his only answer could be death to both parties. He then sang a poem of his own making, there and then, his talent for verse being universally renown, a poem that spoke of love so great for a. I stood up from the polished horse and grunted for her to bend face forwards over it. Very quickly her wrists and ankles were tied tightly with an expertise that would not damage the attractive skin of this woman. I had done this before! A male dom has to remember that his sub's are still woman, that they still enjoy the delights of other woman. Perhaps it was the pain, or the total domination that excited them beyond what was "normal". A dom that remembers to fulfil his sub's fantasies as well. "What makes you sure, Bjoern?" Joerg asked.He felt his rage well up, but he managed to keep his voice calm."Father had killed Ulf Wolfganger. The scoundrel had waylaid Nele," here, Nele nodded, "and he tried to dishonour her. She fought him fiercely, and we heard the noise. Father was there first, and he gutted the neiding with his knife. A month later, last fall, Father did not come home. We looked for him the whole night, and we found him slain in the rye field. There were traces of a fight..