We had sex--we had sex and you're okay with it! You're always okaywith it, because you're a slut! A slut wife who can't stop banging otherguys!" I'm..... a slut-wife?" Hannah was taken aback by this new revelation.Marcus was glad he was calmed down again, "That's right. That's what youare really going for, the perfect slut-wife. Now that you're done here,you can go back and be a slut for your husband, and fuck every other manhe knows too, just like you always wanted. Isn't that right?"Hannah felt. Are you one of his famous sons?"I had no idea who Nestor's sons were, but it seemed wise to flatter this man. He responded."Indeed, I am King Nestor's son, Thrasymedes."Ardys spoke."Ah Thrasymedes, I've heard your name. You fought on the fields of Troy, an honor to your father and brother both. Your courage is praised, even in distant Ephesus, even though we were allies of Troy. A man as great as you is beloved in any land."Ardys was good at this. Thrasymedes looked pleased. He spoke."Come. But when he became frightened, then he swore oaths, that he would so contrive that the giant would lose, no matter what it cost.“That same evening, when the craftsman drove out to fetch stone with the stallion Svadilfari, a mare bounded forth from the woods and whinnied to him. The stallion, perceiving the mare, straightway became frantic, snapped the traces, and leaped over to the mare, and she ran to the woods, and the craftsman ran after them, trying to seize the stallion. The horses ran all. Within seconds, he had me crying out his name in ecstasy. He had made me come, the rush of the pleasure spreading through every inch of my body. I let him go, panting, as he moved up to meet me, face-to-face. He kissed me, dipping his tongue into my mouth. I could taste myself on his tongue. I kissed him more. I placed a hand on his shoulder, pushed him onto his back, and knelt between his legs, just has he had done to me. Bending down, just as I had done before, I began to place a line of.