I’m sitting at the keyboard wearing my favorite and most comfortable clothing: just a sweatshirt. There will be no restriction if my cock decides to... get hard. I’ve opened the window just a little bit so the cold air will drift through the room and make my bare legs feel chilly, reminding me of my partial nudity.I used to live in Toronto, where this happened. I won’t bother telling you how I met her, or how she ended up in my temporary apartment. We’ll just say that it was very late on a Friday. My cock had already began to harden from the sight of this pretty lady. Thank goodness I was laying face down and also covered up so that she wouldn't notice. She introduced herself and asked if I had ever been there before, which I told her that I had not. She then told me to relax and that she would take good care of me. I closed my eyes and tried to take deep breaths to control my excitement.She began at first on my calves and down to my feet. Her soft hands felt amazing. She slowly worked. The men in camp who weren’t farmers, would be lining up to carry the supplies back to camp from the plane. That was their job. Everyone had a job.The Jade Warriors didn’t do physical labor around the refugee camp. He had resented that until someone had pointed out that this was a refugee camp, not a home. It was up to the refugees to make it their home. The Jade Warriors were there only to make that transition possible.People in the camp worked, or they went without. At least, they worked. “What if I want to beat you until your body is covered in bleeding welts? Or, I could skin you alive and leave you to be eaten by a pack of wolves or a Tora? Maybe I will turn you into the stress relief for our soldiers?”She shivered at the thought of the situations he had come up with and replied, “You could, if you wished it to be so, sire.”He studied her for a moment and then turned to sit back atop his throne.“Put your clothes back on and leave me. I have much to think about and cannot make.