The armorer was an older man with white hair and beard who obviously struggled as he knelt at Adunynn's feet. "Stand Sir Laury, you cannot show me you... wares from down there." He extended a hand and helped the old man to his feet.The armory was a large room lined with racks of swords, axes and spears mostly, standard fair for the time, most looked to be in great shape. On a shelf in the corner he found about a dozen weapons that he didn't recognize. "Sir, Laury, what are these", he asked. ” I said“I hate myself.” I added.“I can’t even look at them.” I said trying stay strong.“It is not your fault.” She said“Shelby feels the same way, after you left she was crying in your room all night” she added.“I don’t know what to do.” I said“Just go talk to her, tell her how you feel.” She said She was right I had to go talk to her. I got out and dried myself off. I walked to my room. I opened the door and saw Shelby with her head between her legs, and a light sobbing emanating from her. I. The first time I thought about? all this? I was intending on kidnapping you for ransom. But upon further research, I found this both boring and unnecessary. Why take more of what I already have when I can grab myself something quite new and interesting! I’ve had plenty of fun with women who want to be slaves, but what happens when you take someone who doesn’t necessarily want to be one? Or perhaps, a girl who should be a slave but simply doesn’t know it yet.??How can you say that?? Why. One thing I really enjoyed was the feeling of my gym shorts against the head of my cock, with bonus points for a cool breeze hitting both. The k**s these days would call it ASMR, I guess. For me, it meant hitting the trail in my basketball shorts, no underwear, not doing anything out there that would get me into trouble. Definitely finishing when I got home. Maybe multiple times.Today's hike started like most others. It was the morning after a decent rain, so we had the trails to ourselves. Our.