’ ‘When?’ He shook his head… so slightly. ‘Doesn’t matter.’ I was 12 and smart enough to know a dead end when I heard one. ‘If you’r... no cowhand, what are you?’ ‘Just a man.’ Not a poor man. His gear was nice. Broken in but not worn. A little prettied up, but not gaudy. I knew because that was the kind of thing I liked to see. I hoped to be a saddlemaker, one day. Ma always said I was addled to think so. It wasn’t ‘fit woman’s work’. But, from haunting the local saddlery, I knew a saddlemaker. The new situation wasn’t as intimidating as the church, but now there were more people present. Everybody wanted a piece of the newlywed couple, especially the mysterious, pretty wife they’d never seen before. It was tormenting to greet every family member one by one. Each time I hugged someone, I was sure they’d discover who I truly was, but instead I only received compliments. I even had to kiss a few of the guys present, as it was a custom to be allowed to kiss the bride once. Strangely. Slave?? ?? Desperate to do just that,Cathy gritted her teeth and? replied, ?Yes,......... Master.?.?? Strangely, shefound that the words seemed to come easily enough when she was too tired, ortoo sated,? to desire the arousal hispain brought her. ? He? used his curved knife to cut her free, usinga single slash to sever each of the four thick ropes binding her limbs.? Stiffly, Cathy got to her feet and? reached for the small mirror he held out toher.? She had to angle it to catch thelight? of. As she drifted back to earth, John looked at her andsaid, “Well Allison you do realize that not even one ofearth have even begun yet.”In shock disbelieve, Allison’s eyes widened as she tookhold of the immense organ that unleashed itself fromJohn’s pants. It was standing fully erect like someobscene filthy alien from another planet, throbbingslowly and capped with a clear drop of semen. She shookher head in protest, “No, not after this, I am tootired, I can’t.