She was submissive without reserve. She could meet his every need, and he was finding more and more that he desired no other. He concluded that while ...ridget was his slave, she was every bit his intellectual equal. How could he want anything more? While Adam had been away from the estate, Bridget had enrolled in an accelerated class to learn massage therapy techniques. As Adam removed his clothes and stretched out on the bed, Bridget moved behind him and began to massage his shoulders. Adam. Over the next month, during the day, the Rumans helped the nomads get ready for a lean winter, and, during the night, invited a few of the nomads to our camp for a demonstration of the virtues of being a member of the Venus cult. By the end of the month, every member of the nomad camp, even the elders, had a least one session experiencing the rites of Venus worship, and they all became enthusiastic converts. Even the tribal shamans could see which way the political wind was blowing and became. And I was right.Within a couple of minutes your pace had quickened. The sheet was pulled down and I could see the top of your nightie was pulled to the side, exposing your chest. Your full, round breasts were open in the warm air and I got a quick flash of momories as I saw them: I pictured you on the beach, with your tan skin contrasting against your bikini top and your cleavage pressing out. I pictured how they look when you orgasm, shaking as you shudder to climax. And I pictured them soaked. Thick. Good for pulling.’ He gave it a tug, jerking her head backwards, and smiled at the quiet feminine yelp that his action produced. ‘How old is she?’ ‘Tells me she’s nineteen,’ the fat man tugged at his ear. ‘Might be lying, but I don’t have reason to doubt her.’ A small smile curled his lips. ‘She yelps like that when you take her, too. Right when you slip in. Happens every time, without fail. It really is a hell of a sound.’ ‘Oh? She doesn’t look like one of those.’ Hunter was almost.