Many months passed by as the Ubar would go to the temple of the Priest Kingsevery day to help the priests clean and care for the temple as such things...should not ever be done by a slave's hands. His slave dutifully taking careof the keep and cooking good meals would but obey and never let her mind somuch as even wander to thoughts other than to serve her master. In time thegrand city was built and the stranger having done his part wandered off tothe north. Some builders remained to take care of. I couldn't imagine what she could be nervous about."If we showed up in Alaska ... where nobody knows us ... with the same last name ... how could anybody know we weren't married?"I thought about that. I tried to think about it critically, but that was really hard. "I guess they could ask us for a marriage license," I said."How often does somebody ask for a marriage license?" she asked."I have no idea," I said."I think we should try to find out," was her reply.I was a little stunned by the. Keith stopped and knew it was hurting me. He asked if I was OK. I said yes, just let me relax for a second. As the initial pain subsided, I asked “please slowly fuck me”. I could feel his rock hard cock fully penetrate me as our pelvis’ met. I could tell Keith enjoyed what he was feeling and was so happy he could be the first to enjoy me. Slowly we picked up the pace. There was soreness as he fucked me but it was combined with the pleasure of being filled. It was only about a minute since he. I told her there was no problem, and got up to give her a hug. She hugged me back hard and buried her face into my neck and shoulder. She sobbed a little, but her hot breath on my neck was starting to turn me on. Theresa kissed my neck, then my ear. I turned and kissed her. I pulled back and stood up. She reached up and pulled my shorts down, springing my cock free inches from her face. She reached up slowly and wrapped her hand around my cock. Theresa looked up at me, licked her lips, and took.