He is lately of Gilbert’s Honourable Mercenary Company. They do not rob. They do not rape, and they do not pillage. If these honourable men can wage...war and still keep their decency, then why can’t a few caravan guards go for a drink without the need to molest and rape women?”“I am truly sorry that he troubled you so. He is not expected to live. They give him a day or so at most. It seems despite their best efforts infection has set in. He already runs a high fever, as I say, he is not expected. Now bring it over here so I can fit youwith it."I reluctantly pick up the plug and the chains and bring them over toMaster?s desk and lay them down in front of him. "You sure you want towear the pants girl" "Yes Master" I reply"Than I want you to ask me to lock this inside you so that you can wearpants." He says smiling at me."Please master will you lock my butt plug inside me so that I can wearpants?" I ask as submissively as I cannot believe what I am asking for."Well that wasn?t the best and. “It’s okay Baby, I know the family that owns the place. We’ll eat supper and get a room for the night. I figure if we leave by seven in the morning, we can be at your sister’s this time tomorrow night.”Tommy nodded his understanding and exited the truck with her. Tommy’s feet were barely on the ground when a small wiry man wearing a white ruffle-front shirt and dark trousers appeared as if by magic in front of his truck. The man had cruelly handsome features, glossy, slicked back ebony hair and. She wore her coat unclasped and open, more like a cloak she could easily shrug out of. Her white shirt was blousy and loose with a spill of lace down the front. She wore no corset or vest, which would have simply outraged a stodgy mainlander, but out here was not uncommon. Instead she wore as simple blue sash at her waist over her belt. The polished hilts of her sabre and pistols rode her hips. Her pants fit her like a second skin and her boots were of excellent quality. That was rare for a.