They know they love me, but they don’t feel my love for them so overwhelmingly they could ignore being perpetually horny.“I know something about K...ren that I could use to keep her here, but it feels unethical to play that card,” I said.“Oh, you mean that she wants to be chained naked at your feet? Could you really capture her, enslave her and collar her? Can you commit to owning her for the rest of your life? You can’t be lazy and take the day off. You have to hand feed her, hose her down, or. Next thing, I awoke in an empty bed. I jumped out and went into the lounge but she wasn’t there. Why had she gone without waking me? It had been a beautiful night. Had I done something wrong?I went to the window and looked across to see if she was in her bed. But her apartment looked empty. It surely couldn’t be but… the bed she’d played on, the nightstand where she’d kept her favorite cock, they’d gone. Everything had gone. What had happened? Where is she?Putting on jeans and a T-shirt, I went. I guess you should expect that, since I haven’t had much time. I guess that last time, it was the first time with Chris. Since then, Chris kept calling me. Every day, when he left his wife at his house, he would call, asking me to meet him somewhere. Mostly, we would fuck at my place, he would spend so much time pleasuring me. But soon, I couldn’t help my guilt. He let it slip that his wife have asked him if he was cheating, that she sensed that something wasn’t right. Women have intuitions. I. Remember when James McDouggle mentioned proa with a hundred men? Yeah. He wasn't joking ... if anything he was understating the situation.The Dyaks were pirates before Christ was born. They were still pirates today.These proa weren't hollowed out log canoes with a simple outrigger. No ... these were built hulls made with stitched together planks maybe fifty or sixty feet long. They generally carried a few ancient muzzleloader cannon. The Hotchkiss had at least a mile range on them.To have a.