It was the only fly in the ointment of his otherwise perfect life as a country vicar. The Village Arms pub was a typical village pub. Or rather, typic...l of what a village pub used to be. The village itself was somewhat of a happy anachronism. Pottersbridge still had several shops and had managed to retain its Post Office. It was prosperous and Simon realised that, although it had problems (minor graffiti on the bus stop which still -miraculously- had a bus service several times a day!) the. A little slave knows where she stands. She knows that old Vorkarm could break her tiny neck in an ihn if he pleases. But it’s nice when they have big paps, too. Gives me something to hold on to while I use ‘em, like reins on a tharlarion. A slut won’t fight when I’ve got hold of her paps. Well, enough chit-chat. It’s feeding time, and I won’t have my catch dying on me like that idiot Golham. The clod lost four of his twelve on the last voyage; it’s small wonder the Kurii killed him.” A key. My ‘minders’ made a note to ask me later, I heard them.I opted not to suggest girl-on-top positions, I thought she might damage me. She didn’t seem to mind at all. Despite her body size, her inner workings were the same size and pleasantly tight to my alien prick. She was delighted with the resulting tightness and happily groaned with pleasure. She didn’t shout out, though; that would not have been appropriate for a princess apparently. I thought her mother made plenty of noise, but whatever. I read until bedtime.Other than my learning that Sean was grounded as well as banned from the cafeteria, Wednesday was uneventful until it was time to go to Kirsten's for lunch. Of course, we walked over holding hands. Mrs. Kennedy was friendly. She wanted to hear about the great snowball incident, so I told her about it in full, only editing for language. She put hoagies, potato chips, and milk in front of Kirsten and me as I talked.When I finished with my story, she got down to the reason I'd.