He’d spent his evenings carving the antler handle to fit his hand perfectly. The leather falls were from the hide of the buck she’d killed the day...she’d left him. It seemed fitting that he use it to enforce his lesson in obedience.Abby fingered the ivory stock of the Colt strapped to her thigh. Though she tried to hide it from her pupils, she’d been on edge all day, feeling as if someone watched her. She couldn’t wait to send them off to their homes. If something was going to happen, she wanted. . snowing and quite cold ... And the guy had taken her skiing in the mountains outside Salt Lake City, Utah. It was a day trip (no overnight). They were strangers, after all, and had never met before.The outing was fun but relatively uneventful, until they were headed home late that afternoon. They were driving back down the mountain, when she gradually began to realize that she should not have had that extra latte!!They were about an hour away from anywhere with a rest room and in the middle. Perhaps that sounds as I was unaware of the danger involved, but I just knew Sandy so well, that I saw no danger. Fortunately, and no surprise to me, I was completely correct – or else, I probably would not be writing this journal! In any case, wearing only her garter belt and hose, Sandy walked over, pulled the covers down on the bed and sat down. Pantyhose certainly are more convenient, particularly since when wearing them – or tights – a woman doesn’t have to worry overly much about her. When she recovered, she lifted herself forward and pressed her lush chest back against his. “Thank you, brother,” she whispered. “Your cock is always the best. I love you.”Maloth stiffened. She’d never used that word before. That word was dangerous. That word was death. Lifting Shenla off his cock, he set her back on her feet. He met her gaze. Her eyes were full of respect, and awe, and something else. Something that made him decidedly uncomfortable. Whatever he felt for Shenla, it was not.