Self-harm, no matter how appropriate, would hold no dissimilarity to him. Men would still lose their lives. The process would be painful, even if he t...kes no joy in it. His words never contain lies. His actions are consistent.” “Go away from me,” she spit out with the wind in her hair. “No man of your kind is incapable of lying. He cares not for me and you care less. I can relieve you of your burden. Believe me, with assumed consistency or not, your master will be relieved. He has said these. The rest have backed off a pace and the chanting has ceased. The crackle of torches compete with the faint clash of steel far down the passageway. We stare, for a moment, me looking from hood to hood. The tension, the fear, is palpable.Another figure steps into my field of view. Robed like the others but his hood is down to reveal a round ruddy face under an unruly mop of blond hair. He hesitates, steps forward. Bows. "Master." Master? "The enemy will be upon us shortly. Do you feel fit to. We had a big yard and a garage with a workshop and an upstairs apartment above the garage. Mom rented it out to one of the younger construction laborers. Jamie was a really cute guy in my eyes. he was 19 and had a gorgeous body. Jamie would come home from work and use the pool and then go to his room and crash. After he became used to the job, he was more active. he would join me in the pool and would flip me and toss me and one day I noticed his hand was roaming freely on my bum and my cock. I wasn't sure, but I thought I caught a few giggles from a couple of other girls on the trip while taking a nap at the beach. Realizing the sun had drawn out the contrast of a few love bites on my neck and chest. I didn't hear Ariel's laugh among them though she was sitting with them when I felt their eyes inspecting me. Not that I didn't catch word of her finding her own distraction, having been seen making out with a muscled, smooth talking, Italian guy who managed to draw her attention.Back.