Iscrolled down and clicked on the `contest'. Kris and Scott read over myshoulder."I know exactly who would be perfect for the guy part," I turned and ...ookedat Kris."No way! There's no way I'm getting my ass up on a stage and struttingaround..." Kris said."Why not?" Scott asked. "Matt's right, Kris. I thought of you readingthis. You have the body..." Hold on a sec there, partner," Colt said. "What's this all about?" Krismoved aside and let Colt and Bryson read the part about the hottest. I love being on top of my Master. His size overwhelms me. We immediately started kissing each other passionately as His hands explored my body. His mouth was on my lips, face, neck, shoulders, he gave me little nibbles everywhere as my hands expertly unbuttoned His shirt and massaged His chest and back. My nails dug into His flesh as I sucked His tongue. After a few moments of his tantalizing kisses, Master pulled me off Him by my hair and pushed me to the floor. He held my head near his. Ah, maybe they could make use of this fact. Suppose that some of Black Wolf's band attacked the northern outpost, but the majority of the band ambushed the soldiers rushing to relieve the outpost under attack. They probably could not destroy either bunch of soldiers, but they could inflict a lot of damage before they retreated. That was what Black Wolf decided to do.His proposal met with considerable joy when he announced it to the council. The one problem was that they really didn't have. Donnie took a seat alongside the computer geek."I've got everything ready to go," Eric explained. "The mailing list runs to over ten thousand names in the UK, US, Australia, Canada, New Zealand and South Africa. I thought that those countries would be where the main Scottish Diaspora would be concentrated. I've hacked names from tax systems, student listings, drivers licensing, even armed forces databases." Ten thousand!" Donnie exclaimed. "That's too many, we'd be swamped!" Donnie, think about.