Auburn curls tossed and wild from the cold winter wind that blows viciously through the narrow city streets. Shaking with gratitude to be lost amongs... the steamy warmth of house of fantasies, fact and myth, I walk to the fourth floor slowly opening my jacket as the heat reaches my body. I sensed I am being watched, stopping to look around, I see no one. Smiling to myself, I continue and find the desk in the corner lost amongst the stacks of my desire.. books.. keepers of dreams, truth and. "You shall pay dearly for coming on my glove without permission; I'll give you a taste of what you may expect." She removed the glove from her other hand and smiling, she raked her razor sharp nails under his bell-end; the pain simply made the male shoot even more. She slapped his face and laughed at him."We'll see if you enjoy being broken-in under the whip so pleasurable." The male whimpered as he was pulled from the bench; his scrotum now stretched uncomfortably by the aching third ring, his. Hera claims that she deceived Artemis into doing that, but Hera tells that lie only to enhance her own glory. I know the truth, because I was there, and I saw the deed. And I resolved that I would never be held in thrall by a man's lust.But when I saw the shepherd for the first time, my resolve began to crumble. I felt his life-force, and I yearned to possess it. How well I remember that day! He was tall, muscled like a god himself. His hair fell to his shoulders in a wave of dark curls. His. “Right on time.” Petrovsky smiled at the slave. “Tell me, how is Winter doing?”“All right, I suppose.” Basil said as he took the seat beside Petrovsky, their thighs hitting one another. “He’s still adjusting.”“Naturally.” Master Petrovsky noted before unbuckling his belt and removing it. He unzipped his pants, eying Basil and smirking. Basil took his cue and slipped his clothes off. Petrovsky leaned back on the large bed as Basil rubbed his hand on the inside of his master’s jeans, just outside.