Frodo paused in his crawl. Ahead of him he could see the entrance toMount Duum. He'd like to get laid. After all he was thirty-three fuckingyears old ...nd no one had even looked at him yet. If he had been a humanman it would have been too fucking late. But as a Hobbit... He had a fewyears yet.He felt the ground level, and looked toward the fire. Flames leapt fromthe constant lava flow in there. Enough heat to fry the ring... Hell,fry anything not made of fucking asbestos even with the EPA. ’ She murmured. ‘I hope we don’t spoil it just by being here.’ ‘No, we’ll try and leave it like this.’ I smiled at her. ‘So no detergents when you have a shower.’ I pointed towards the stream which ran over a low cliff in a gentle waterfall. She grinned and then ducked back inside, presumably to find a towel. I left her to enjoy herself and followed the stream for a mile or so, paralleling the line of our landing. It ran into a lake. There I found the first sign of life on our new home: Fish. .. makes me so... fe-female..." Well slave you have found the perfect Master... all I desire is to fuck little sissies like you, to feel their tight asses open up, to stretch as I slide my penis inside them, to shake and moan like girls as I fuck them."With that he heaved on top of me and forced the remaining inches of his penis inside me. The air rushed out of me with a 'huhhh' and I gasped at how full I felt. His hairy balls were pressed against my smooth shaven ones. I could feel him. ‘Not even for great seats for the Bruins game?’‘That may work,’ I texted, knowing it would be a great birthday gift for my man as the game was against his second-favorite team. ‘If you get them, I’m yours for the duration.’Joe was certainly in love with me and, since our mutual friend, Harry had passed away, he felt an extra need to stay in touch with me. After work on Friday, I met Joe for lunch and he gave me the tickets. They were great seats and I knew my man would shit. I agreed to be with.