Though at least he seems to be able to learn specific things to do in response to specific failures in the past.Anyway, enough ranting and let me tell...the story in the order it happened.Sleymar Magyar is the current grand master of the guild. He was selected because his undeniable expertise in magical matters and the understanding that actual relations both inside and outside the guild would be handled by the provost. That has worked well enough, it is just that Sleymar manages to get into more. She was responding to me in what ever way I wanted. I kept teasing her with that dildo for a while and then started inserting it inch by inch for every stroke.Her reaction to every stroke got better and better.She was tied and not able to come out of the chair but trying to get out of it to pleasure herself freely but she couldn’t.She griped the chair so tight and bit her lips and moaned.She did what not everything to show that she was enjoying the play.Her toe fingers were tightening and. Dillon walked into the West Branch saloon and immediately felt at home; it reminded him of the saloons in Wichita Falls. There were several cowhands celebrating the end of a cattle drive and a few of the locals having a week ending drink. He got a beer and walked over to watch one of the poker games.He'd been watching for about a quarter of an hour when one of the men at the table spoke to him. "Either sit down and play with the men or go away. You bother me standing there like a. He noticed from blurred eyes that N’debi had made a large fire close by. White hot pain lanced through him from his shoulder, back, and leg which was now sticking straight out with N’debi’s knobkerrie bound to it. N’debi was pulling his rifle from its saddle holster, and he vaguely noticed his saddlebags and water bottle were by his side.N’debi turned and carried the rifle towards him.“You are awake Bwana ... good. I must go for help. You must stay awake now; the hyenas and jackals will smell.