The last thing you remember was making camp around a spring of fresh sweet water and ordering the sentries to their night watch before going to sleep ...n your tent. Now you lay on you back bound by thick leather manacles on your wrists and ankles in a spread eagle “X” position to a large heavy wooden table carved with strange and ominous runes. The tunic you sleep in has been stripped off, leaving you in just your loin cloth.The bondage table that restrains you is well lit by a large wooden and. I sat down, grabbing Delilah's hand and pulling her onto my lap, conscious to not poke her with my developing erection. I didn't want to tip my hand, just yet. "Hey babe, you should enter the sexiest costume contest," I spoke in her ear. "You're a sure thing to win." She instantly sprung up from my lap and began to glare at me. At first her face was a look of incredulity, but that quickly softened. I could see in her eyes, as my imprints really started to take effect. A moment later, her eyes. Bluemantle actually smiled, pleased to see I was not the stupid oaf he had first thought me.“Exactly. Asser was constructing a legend. Alfred, as the direct descendant of King Arthur, was the legal King of Britain, even if most of the country was then in the hands of Northmen.”He paused, his finger over the name of Edward the Confessor.“This gentleman was the first King of Anglo-Saxon England not to have produced an heir, not even any illegitimate children. Edward spent so much time on his. He had delivered truck two and then truck three with little difficulty, he thought. Yet it was only as he hauled himself up into the cab of truck four that Peter realized he was again relying on those same damn tablets from an earlier trip with Susie. Clad in his usual garb of worker’s thick overalls and welding gloves, he settled into the seat and started the engine. He remembered that it was Friday and he should be with Ted and Bob. Shuddering, he realized that he couldn’t be with them – too.