Fifteen minutes passed the time Bob had said to be here. One thing I did know about Bob was that he loathed a lack of punctuality and so endeavoured n...t to be a hypocrite in that respect. Still, I knew Bob well enough that I didn't give it much concern. If he didn't show, there'd be a good reason and no harm was done. I might even get a little sex play if I was patient. Just then, I heard feet shuffle in and I continued to look straight ahead. I felt a nudge at my right shoulder and I snapped. He noted, too, that all of the hunters were armed only with bows and arrows, so he quickly came up with a plan. The two rode as quickly as they could to a point where Joe could reliably shoot the elk with his Remington. Running Fox had him shoot four of the animals which they quickly rode to.The picked up two of the dead elk and rode to where Running Fox had spotted the Indians. Being careful to stay out of bowshot range, they shouted to the Indians in Spanish that they were bringing a gift of. Now, kneel here.” Cassim pointed to the tiled floor in front of him. “Kiss my prick and say thank you, Sir.” Cassim liked being addressed as Sir by a white woman. It was almost better than ‘Master’ which was reserved for Quentin. He watched, smiling, as Simone took the long, coffee-coloured length in her hand and kissed it. “Say Thank you, Sir!” “Thank you, Sir,” whispered Simone. “Louder,” insisted Cassim. “Thank you, Sir,” said Simone, more loudly. Cassim went back into the Playroom a. Bo fidgeted nearby but trusted me more than instinct at this point in our life together. She looked again at the male, then moved cautiously until her head was under the coat and made the same greeting to the pup, but this time with much more comfort, familiarity, and tenderness. She never again looked back at the male, but settled into licking pup. I lowered the coat to trap more of the heat coming from the small fire and, although nervous, she remained licking the pup.Normally, challenges.