"Who was on the phone, Kyle?" Emma asked."It was your mom. She wants us to go home, tell Miss Lottie that we will be gone for a while and then drive t... my house." Drive to your house? Why?" She didn't say. She said she didn't have time for questions, just wanted me to do it." That doesn't make any sense. She doesn't ever act like that." Yea, well, we'd better get going. Sorry Marcie, we can have a swim party another day."Miss Lottie insisted that they both eat lunch before leaving. She also. What do you think?”I laughed. “That might not be a good idea. If you do that, those guys will spend so much time strutting for you that we’ll never get your room done.”I’d gotten some snide comments from those on the work crew who’d helped me before that the grub was so much better this time since a lady was cooking for them rather than a grumpy old man. I took this as it was intended – as a joke. I had to agree though that having Jennifer doing the cooking was a treat as she’d become quite a. He pulled me up & led me to his room upstairs. There, there was a king size bed . As soon as I layed down there, he tied my hands together & tied it to the headboard.He went to his drawer & got out a vibrator. He turned it on and started fucking my soaking wet pussy with it while he rubbed my clit. I almost got to orgasm before he switched it off. I looked up at him & he smiled. He turned it back on again and just before I reached orgasm he switched it off again. "Why'd you stop?" I asked. "It seems you lost our little wager, bitch. I did not come in your slut pussy until AFTER the sunrise. You know what this means, don't you? We get to roast your dead friend's tits over the breakfast fires. Have you ever eaten roast fuck-meat, hmm slut? Have you ever tasted the succulent flesh of a sacrificed female?"When Amaya sputtered, speechless, the Warlord's smile widened. "I thought not! Good! Then this will be a NEW experience for you. A foreshadowing of your own fate one day,.