He went down and never even moved.I reloaded my rifle and walked over to where he laid. He was a fine big buck and I knew he was going to be some good...eating. I bled him then gutted him and removed his scent glands, then I sat back and waited for the girls.With Millie and Tess helping to lift the buck onto Jughead, it wasn't long before we were headed back toward camp. When we got there we turned him over to mom for butchering.We decided to wait until after our nooning to go into town and I'm. It was long but scraped back from her face and pinned up at the back in a French plait. She had the flawless skin of a twenty two year old and the tan of a girl that like to spend her spare time in the sun. She was wearing the sort of outfit that was almost a uniform for the Bureau staff. I guess the blouse was from Hermes; its bold print of gold horse bits on white silk, suggestive of how she like to treat men. She wore a straight, straw-coloured skirt that skimmed her knees with a leather. I refused so she decided to just treat me like shit every day that year. It wasn’t just me. Countless others I knew hated her for just being awful in general or to them directly. I couldn’t believe her. Did she think I’d fuck her and knock her up if she was nice to me for 1 minute? She probably does honestly. She’s not that bright, but she also is used to things going her way when she uses her looks to her advantage. She was taller about 5’7”, Black hair, bright blue eyes, a great body, and her. "I'm sorry, Master. I don't know what happened. I guess it was just too much for me." "That's all right, slut. It is obvious that you needed to get that out. Sometimes the intensity of an experience like this has unseen side effects." "Thank you, Master for allowing me to cry on your shoulder. And thank you for giving me the orgasm," she said looking into his eyes. She searched his face for a long moment, then leaned in and kissed him. Cautious at first - she didn't know if she was breaking.