Every step is a fight against gravity, and every step is agony.In order to keep from falling over I had to walk with my arms out to my sides like a ci...cus performer on a high wire. It seemed to be the only way to maintain my precarious balance.I continued to take small, teetering steps, struggling to discover the trick to remaining upright in these torture devices. My audience watched with amusement plainly etched on all their faces.After watching me walk back and forth on the carpet for a. Wool seemed to be the staple 'export' with iron ore being the main 'import' to the lordship. My enquiries about numbers of cattle and sheep and the degree of arable farming convinced me that there was a lot of scope to improve things. One of Colmgil's main complaints was that much of the lordship's lands were too marshy to do anything with - grow grain or pasture sheep/cattle. I explained to him how we could dig drainage ditches to help improve land but he looked at me doubtfully."Colmgil,. His member was swollen and erect, she gasped as it was freed from the confines of his trousers, and the size of it became apparent. She wrapped her hand round the girth and slowly began to massage him. He moaned softly. He ran a hand ever so slowly up her inner thigh, until he reached her crotch. He lifted her off the ground slightly so he could remove her panties. She let out an involuntary gasp as his finger parted her swollen moist lips, and gently massaged her she started to move her hand. Let's do it. I will defeat Hard Rider and appoint you to take my place as leader. I will leave camp the next day." You would do that for me!?! I cannot believe that such is possible. If you do that, I will always honor your memory."The next morning, Hard Rider called us together to assemble for the raid. When everybody was there, but before we left, I shouted out, "HARD RIDER, YOU ARE A COWARD WHO IS NOT FIT TO LEAD A BUNCH OF WOMEN TO COLLECT HORSE FODDER! I CHALLENGE YOUR RIGHT TO LEAD THIS.