I was bored. The situations were all lame and contrived. There were,however, a few moments of interest for my little soldier, especiallywhen Devon w...s giving one of her many blowjobs. She had a way oflooking up at her partner, while she was sucking him, that made him seemthe most important thing in her life. You got the feeling that all ofher hopes would be answered if he would only come in her mouth. Itcaused a visceral reaction that was hard to hide, especially since I wasin my boxers. Her ex- boyfriend was a long-haul trucker who spent most of his time out of town. When he came home and found Sheila in bed with his sister he shoved them both around a little and ran off. Now, I know that most guys would have just stripped down and jumped in between them, but this guy reacted that way. At any rate, the sister grabbed her clothes and took off too.So when I went into the Bucket of Blood there in Cle Elum, Washington, Sheila was sitting at the bar — and for once she was alone. Of. She was issued with writing utensils, andordered to record her entire story in writing. Of course slave cages didnot have tables for writing. Food would be delivered, and the door waslocked from outside. Of course, that fits with use as a temporary slavecage.Thus she spent many days writing, actually weeks, under the three moonsof Gor. Later in evenings she recalled sex with Brinn in Kurgus's camp,as he satisfied her need after days of missing him, over time gettingfar worse into need, knowing. I stay that way, head in my hands, trying to pull myself together enough to fight back. I feel you stand next to me, your cock already hard and pressing against my hip when you lean over me to whisper in my ear that it wasn’t just whiskey in those glasses. The laugh that follows is pure evil, and yet I can feel my pussy dampen as it rings in my ears. Your hand twists into my hair and I gasp as you jerk my head up and point out my new friends, as you call them. There are probably five or six.