I’ll be your best slave ever. Oh, Lordy! Please don’t cut my balls off.” “You’ll never tell?” “I promise, Ma...sah’, never tell. Oh, please, put that knife away. Oh, lordy!” I reinserted the knife in its sheath. “Thank you, Massah’. Oh, thank you!” Atwood sobbed loudly. “You’ll never, never tell?” “No Suh. Never. Never!” I again became sexually aroused. I wanted Atwood’s asshole a second. I packed up and headed for the king's Keep.He was calling for men to protect the border and I wanted to be one of them. Any farmer knew how to use a bow, but I had been practicing swinging and jabbing with heavy iron for a sword. I kept everything rolled up in my pack while I was walking. On the morning of the last day I slipped the dragon scale armor on.I buckled the belt for the long knife and daggers; the long sword went over my right shoulder. I wore my best clothes outside the scale and. In a few minutes didi too put her hands around my neck.I quite didn’t have any ideas about it as it was pretty common between us hugging and stuff and precisely we’ve been sleeping together since I was a kinder garden kid. I too moved closer to her sending my arm from her waist to her back pushing myself closer to her. She too accommodated me on her and we lay there hugging each other pretty close. After a while I instinctively moved a bit lower to her to accommodate my head between her neck as. "Before she could complete the thought, her ankle buckled."Sonuvabitch!" she yelled, and kicked off the offending shoe, then itsmatch. "I can't close a deal wearing those things!"She looked down at the shoes, then at Doug, and an idea finally began toform. Doug could see the change in her expression."What?" he asked."Get up," she said, marching over to the couch and all but dragging Dougto his feet. "I need you to take off your clothes, now." I'm sorry, what?" he asked, as Tracy began to.