I could not get a read on how Becky felt about what had happened between us. Her demeanor around the house, in the presence of her parents, was cool a...d emotionless, as it always was. Did she hate me? Would she never talk to me again?Finally, after the last lunch dish was put away and after the kitchen table was wiped and after the kitchen floor was swept and mopped, she turned to me, offering a slight smile. "You ready to go for our ride?" she asked.I looked at her face, which was still devoid. His three concubines were all over him, rejoicing that he was home safely and that they would not, therefore be sold. The captive he had brought from Tirfil was older than any of them and looked to be no great competition for his attentions. Moreover he had promised to marry when the war was finished and each of them had been doing her best to prove to him that she was the best woman he owned.Sadia, for her part, was depressed to see such young rivals in the harem, and expected that he would. Carefully, Abigail pushed up her shift and slipped her hand between her legs, feeling for the warm wet hole hidden within her thick mat of hair. She trembled as her finger slipped inside, and she wondered what it would feel like to have Peter’s hard prick inside her, squirting his seed into her body. It was thicker than her finger, much thicker, and she knew that taking something that big inside her body would irrevocably split the delicate skin of her maidenhead.But she knew (having been shown. “That’s why I don’t play basketball,” Danny said.“What’s this got to do with that?”“Can you imagine if I were to react to a hit on the basketball court like that?”“I get it now. It’s probably better that you don’t play basketball,” Val said. She glanced over at Carl still unable to believe how things turned out. She said, “That was incredible.”“It isn’t that incredible. I’ve had years of training. He was just big and slow,” Danny said.One of the kids in the crowd shouted, “I’ve got ten thousand.