‘There is only one girl and four men! Why don’t you kill her?’ ‘Even if the odds were forty against one it would not be enough for you to stop... me,’ their opponent replied. The girl’s left hand lifted slightly and the bamboo thrust toward yet another swordsman’s eye. Three swords were quickly drawn, naked steel all, and the men sped toward her. The girl moved nimbly, deflecting all three, then she counterattacked. Soon all her assailants were half-blind and smitten, laying groveling in the dirt.. So if she could get laid while waiting for me to get better, then I would be happy with that. I told her that I still wanted to watch her masturbate and for her to suck me or use her hand on my cock.She did not say anything for a long time and then when she finally gave me a comment, she said she had to think about it. When she cleared the table, I thought I could see a light in her eyes that I had not seen in months. Maybe she was considering it after all.Several days went by without us. "I'm plotting world domination, or whatever it is I do. Suddenly, my favourite slut walks in, bare-bottomed, spreads her legs and holds up a scalpel. So far so good?" My silence is taken as a sign of consent. "She comes up to me and says, 'Master, I need your permission for something. I want to cut my clit off for you and I want you to watch me.'" His eyes only briefly swivel across to meet mine. "Go on. Say it."It is perhaps the hardest sentence I have ever uttered. "Master..." I can't help. Daedalus was a man in mid life, not handsome, but not displeasing and despite the sometimes heavy work he undertook, he was not muscular as one might think, in most ways, an ordinary looking fellow. As my attendants served our food we talked of simple things and he showed me how to open a beautifully carved mahogany egg he gave to me as a gift to find another egg inside and another inside that. When the food was served I dismissed my attendants who bowed low to me and left silently for their.