Some of the families got a plough blade if we had the time to make the plough itself. It was made of the tar. It was much better than steel or iron bu... could not be manufactured by the natives. When the wood rotted or broke it could be replaced but the blade would stay like new all the time.One family that we gave this too gave us their greatest treasure to this time. It was a small coin about the size of a quarter. The writing on it was very clear because it looked freshly minted but I could. In fact, it was mimicry of his writing style that pulled the words from her. His stories inspired her story. After over a year and a half on the site, Sonait had received several compliments for her two stories and notes suggesting sequels. Since her stories were from personal experience and her sex life was at a perpetual standstill, no sequels were in the works. Long after she had placed the story out of her mind, Jay wrote an email to compliment her story, which brightened her day. In a bold. .. Looks like I should just do whatever I want since you don't know what you wantShe played with my balls with one hand and slid the other down between my legs and started playing with my assholeSue: I know how to spice things up for you, but you have to do exactly as I say! Ok?Me: Ill do whatever you want!Sue: You have no say is who I sleep with! Even if it's one of your friends! Me: Yes I wouldn't object to anyoneSue: Ok well all I have to tell you now is, enjoy yourself tonight! After. I made a point to show me dropping his dead body in front of his buddies.Looking at them, they were outfitted pretty well. Their clothes were pretty uniform, looked well made. Between them I found two bows, four quivers, two short spears, two long spears, and this last guy had a club and shield. The short spears had straps, so I assume they belonged to the two bow carriers. Pretty good quality weapons, the arrows not so much. The dead one looked about my size, maybe larger, so I stripped him.