Ten minutes later a sheepish looking Stan came into the house. I was sitting on the couch with my book and I looked up when he came in and then went b...ck to my book. I ignored him and he sat down on the easy chair across from me. After a couple of minutes of silence I said:"The lover you are trying to catch me with is in the bedroom. Go say hi to him."He just sat there and I let a couple of minutes go by before I put my book down and said:"Dick Tracey you ain't. The next time you might want to. He just kept jamming his cock in and out of me, and then all of the sudden, he began moaning really loudly.“Yes, Travis, fill me up good. I wanna feel all of it inside me, every single drop,” I moaned.So he shot his load inside me once again. Of course as we always did, we cuddled afterwards.“Well, that was great sex, mom,” Travis put on the record.“Well, you have a perfect cock, so you can't be that surprised,” I replied.“You mean like 'porn star' perfect?” Travis wondered.“Maybe,” I replied,. "We are going to Mistress Rebecca's place. You of course will be one of the highlight exhibits of the night for some of the sickest of her acquaintances. You won't be hurt any more than usual but what you will be forced to do would not interest me or my friend Rebecca so will be diverting ourselves elsewhere on the estate with perversions of a more normal persuasion."I knew better than to ask any questions and sat in silence speculating upon what indignities I night be subjected to. Many. He signaled for the slave to pour another round of date wine. "It is still three hours before dark, can your magic bow seek game before nightfall?" The caravan master wondered."John signaled Zithrusa, who approached with the bow, treating it in a way appropriate to handling an object of powers. John performed some hocus pocus and consulted his 'Spirits', and felt that he could sense a large predator following along beside the caravan, more curious than hungry."My bow tells me that there is game.