Inevitably, I found myself at my computer, taking stock of the feud between myself and Oracle. A commenter had pointed out to me that she had fired so...me shots toward me on the forums, criticizing my work for being too matter of fact, and my sex scenes for being too brief. She complained that some of my stories didn’t even include any actual penetration. I was annoyed. Where, exactly, did the rules say that I had to write about penetration? I’d have reminded her about a few things, but I. That way we could trot them and be there just a little before dark," Anna suggested."Out of the mouths of babes," Valerie giggled. "Good idea, Anna." I got a better idea," Jackson said. "Why don't we turn on the up ahead that takes me to my village. We can stay there a couple of days, rest up, have Valerie and me get married, have a little honeymoon then take these horses to Minion." I like that idea," Valerie smiled, eyes and teeth sparkling. "I'd like to keep house with this man." You just. He owns me”.I laughed and said, “That went out of style a couple of hundred years ago.”She shrugged and stared back into the camera.“How did you end up being Dave’s property?”“His younger brother Robert gave me to him on Dave’s thirtieth birthday.”“How old are you?”“Twenty.”“And how long have you belonged to Dave?”“Three years.”“I assume that before you belonged to Dave, you belonged to Robert.”“Yes.”“How did Robert come to “own” you.“He won me in a poker game from my dad.”“And how old were you. She thanked me and said it felt great now. I asked her if she could do the same for me. I told her I also wanted to trim my hair but was difficult to do alone.We switched positions and she sat on the stool. To her amazement I removed my t shirt. I told her I did not want to get hair on it. She was feeling embarrassed but I told her we are friends and it does not matter. She was continuously staring at my body. I went and stood close to her with nothing but my loose baggy shorts on. I raised my.