Jakob hauled on his reins and surged closer. Mister Lynch put a gun to Cal’s head. Jakob reined to a hard stop. Cal’s eyes bulged. He strained aga...nst the gag in his mouth and stared at his brother in abject terror.“Jakob Kidd,” Lord Morant said loudly. “Order your men to disperse and to release their captives, or I will have your brother executed.”“Yu woodn dare,” Jakob rasped.“Test me at your peril.” Morant was unflappable.“He die, yu all die,” Jakob managed to scrape out.Jack aimed her bulky. He’d long ago hooked an old computer up to the living room TV and Sarah was a bit of a movie buff, so the selection was pretty decent.Petra plopped down on the couch next to him with her plate and a couple cans of soda. “Ooh, let’s watch this,” she said, stealing the wireless keyboard from him and loading up a file: a period piece he’d heard a little about. “Macey told me it was really good”Jake frowned as the title came up. “I dunno, I heard this was a pointless chick-flick aimed at the youth. The answer, at the time, was nothing much, but later I was treated to an extremely surprising reward: my landlady in the buff.She had appeared out there at least twice more that I knew about, and (although I didn’t stand and stare), each time that I was home during one of her sunbathing sessions I confirmed her naked presence and once again briefly admired her ample breasts and supple body.“You’ve spied on me out on the landing?”“You’re wonderful to look at.”“Your view was supposed to be. This forces my my legs up. I am now totally helpless before her. She walks around the room I can hear her footsteps as she walks away or returns. She circles the table a few times. Sometimes she stops to stroke my naked back or lightly pat my rear end. Lee Lee whispers into my ear. In her lovely voice she tells me how handsome I am and tells me that I am a good slave. Then she orders me to say, "I am a slave for Mistress Lee Lee." Each time She orders my to say it louder. I say this many times.