" "Master, what do you mean...provisions? Does that mean that I willbe sold or turned over to the centaurs?" she asked cautiously. He laughed. "No. ...t means that all I own will go to you, my wealth,this house, all the land...and your freedom." She looked at him with her big soft eyes. "How is that possible? Inmy world a woman cannot own land!" "In this land women have some rights," he said. He saw no need totell her the truth. The last thing he wanted her to know was thatslavery didn't. I can feel your fingers brush along my inner thigh, running from my sex towards my knee. Your eyes locked on mine, and mine on yours. A cheeky grin set upon your perfect face. I can feel your fingers skim back up towards my sex. ‘Oh yes please.’ I think to myself, knowing I’m to be silent, not to say a word. The softest of moans escape my lips. Your smile widens, knowing how badly I am trying to control myself. When we both know you’re in full control. “All in good time, Doll-face.” Your. I could feel her hair in my fingers as they held her shoulders. I could hear her soft moans when I thrust into her.Tracy was becoming aroused despite her reluctance to do so, so I ventured deeper with my thrusts and she didn't complain. When I flattened her ass with my stomach, she groaned but said nothing.I had somehow held out for five minutes, but felt my cum building and felt the goosebumps on the back of my neck. I was about to shoot off. So, I pulled out of Tracy, pulled her off the bed,. Huckleberry? Honey Bunny? Faye wouldn't have seenthose... maybe Pulp Fiction, but Tombstone? Looking into her eyes, therewas a flicker of recognition.He smiled. "Nice references, but not the same. I thought I had nothing,but I have everything." I could be a hungry samurai, we can build a fence together." Bobbieblurted desperately. She looked at Tim shocked, jaw slightly agape, eyestaking on that quality that deer have right before you hit them withyour Peterbilt truck. Bobbie slithered away.