" He stopped and blushed."Your what?" asked Clarissa."Never mind," he said. "You're good looking, that's all." Nice try," she said, sitting up. "Answe... the question. Your what?" You're not the boss of me," he said.He'd said that before, of course. Clarissa, being a year older and knowing she was smarter, bossed him around just like any older sibling might do. He resisted, even though he knew what would happen when he did. Perhaps, considering her recent physical development, he said what he. Chapter Four Griselda anoints me again. The fate of traitors discussed. Griselda kisses me. I am precipitated into a delicate position. My attendance at the trial arranged. I may inadvertently have given the impression at the end of the previous chapter that the day was far advanced because I fell asleep. The events described had occurred in the forenoon. I was still enfeebled by my bruising and required more repose than is normal. In the middle of the afternoon Griselda returned, woke me up. Adam was braced on his four paws, starting to shake his head back and forth. I blinked, forcing myself to think. Adam could either bite through Arlington’s head or break his neck.I gasped out, “Stay, Adam.”No reaction.What the fuck was the French command? My mind was reeling — should I pull the knife out? Would that send blood spurting? I settled for pulling my pistol out and aiming at Arlington’s chest; I was still lying on my left side.“RESTER! Adam, RESTER!”The focused Cane Corso, the. I don't need to see your boy junk".My face reddening I head back up to my room to pull on some shorts and I see my mom has my shorts from last night in her hand and is touching the spot of white dried cum. She hears me come into the room, and I can see her blush as she tosses the shorts onto the pile of other dirty clothes. I feel embarrassed also, and realized I needed to be more careful. I didn't want my mom to know what I was up to, although it was pretty obvious she knew. I picked up the.