We settled in and spent some time people watching. Joan said she'd like something fruity and cold. I gestured to one of the men delivering drinks an... he came over to our spot. When he got here Joan openly stared at his large swinging cock. I told him we'd like drinks. He headed off to the bar. Joan said, "He can get me more than a drink." When he returned with our drinks Joan reached up for them and brushed the back of her hand on his cock. He didn't seem surprised. In the background. I do not think he will dare to harm me directly because of my status in the Clan; however, I am concerned he may try to harm my mate. There will be times when we cannot always be together. When those times occur, we would ask if at least one of you, but preferably two of you, stay in Sala's company until I return to her side." Also, we have reason to believe that the Spiritwalker may try to harm me through more hidden means," Sala added. "One way might be through poisoning my food or drink. I. Its true what they say. Deprived of one sense the others grow stronger. I could hear footfalls in the hall. What next? The last thing I could recall was drinking a glass of wine at a bar with a handsome older man. He was a professor of some collage I'd not heard of. I had felt ill. I remembered I went outside for some air, he escorted me. And I wake to find my self here, like this.Taking stock of my body I realize I'm not hurt in anyway. I've not been beaten. Or raped. Yet, I'm scared. And my. I was home on Saturday afternoon cutting the yard. A cab pulls into the driveway. What the fuck I thought, as I stopped mowing to see who it is. Out steps this gorgeous blonde, and my heart leaped up into my throat. It is Shannon. I race to the car and give her a big hug. I get her bags from the cab driver, as she pays him. I take her hand, and we walk up to the cottage."I am sure glad you're here, but why didn't you call me. I could have come out, and picked you up at the airport?" I asked.