I wasn’t becoming concerned, I was becoming unhappy. Why didn’t he contact me, if only to say hello? Had being with me constantly been so difficul...t that he needed a vacation? Had he realized I needed time to figure some things out and decided to give me the necessary space? Quite unexpectedly, I received a letter on our fifth day there. There was no return address and my name and address were hand-written. I opened it to find a hand-written letter, readable, but with decidedly inferior. I only wanted to make sure they know we could be friends and to trade with us." I end with my defense and bewilderment of the warrior wanna bee's."I am sure you must have said something to encourage this kind of response." Napoleon sharpens his tongue on me. "Why else have they shown up, here, in the middle of winter." Oh please, Winter only just started. And maybe they were so damned impressed with your Amazons that they figured the Protectors would teach them." Dixon the smith breaks through. , she tartly pointed out—so I needed to get cracking if I was going to follow her advice. I still delayed long enough to go down and snatch up one of the last sandwiches remaining on the dining room sideboard for my lunch, partly because I figured I'd be pretty hungry by dinner and partly to give myself a couple of minutes to mull over the introduction she'd framed for me, but when I got back it was time to make the call.Susan had the number; she apparently had an eidetic memory for phone. Dominating him, ramming his meat into Sam, over and over, faster and faster, harder and harder. Their cries of pleasure where now screams of sexual heaven. Fuck me, Ben! Fuck me! Uhh! Uhh, oh fuck! Oh FUCK! Ughh! Ugh! You. Are. So. Fucking. Tight. Sam! Oh, God… fuck! Ben felt the warmth rising through his body, felt the tingling in his balls as they smashed against Sams firm butt. Im gonna cum! Ben yelled, his thighs burning, his cock pulsating. Ben rammed into Sams butt as hard as he could,.