Our men quickly took care of their opponents, and they were barely breathing hard when the fight was over. Most of that hard breathing was less from t...e exertion of the fight than the effect of the adrenaline that the ex-slaves had not felt for many years, if ever. They were immensely proud of themselves, as they should have been, and Hippolyte praised them lavishly for their sterling performance.The caravan guard who was still alive was now sitting on the ground nursing some minor wounds and. She's even gone as far as to sneak into an adult bookstore and buy one of the big, thick, black dildoes she'd seen on so many websites and could pretend was one of Patricia's horses. She'd locked the doors (even dead bolted them just in case Ben came home early), blindfolded herself, and crawled around the house naked, pretending to be punana, pretending to be blinded by those blackout lenses, pretending to be sniffing around for "it's Master".Today, she wanted to prove she was stronger than. .. and froze."Rob?" she asked coyly. "Is something the matter?"What the "matter" was, was that instead of seeing her familiar and beloved flower, his eyes now rested on a scrap of light green silk that failed to cover her fur at the top, and disappeared into the crevice below."Y-you wore panties?" he barely managed to say."Well," she answered coquettishly, "We wouldn't want Dawn to think badly of me. You know, in case a stray breeze should come along."He softly said "Wow" and reached for the. "Yes" I mumbled grudgingly."Tell him then" she snapped."You have a magnificent cock, Sir" I told him feeling totally humiliated."Thank you" he replied mockingly, "and later on it is going to be sliding into your wife's cunt right up to the balls, while you stand by watching helplessly". This caused them both to roar with laughter.After the meal, Jason said "I think it's showtime, let's all go upstairs."They walked upstairs hand in hand with me following, head bowed, dreading what was to.