” I was dumbfounded cuz I didn’t know I had any job at all. But he followed up by saying, “You are my warrior’s sex slave”. He hauled me to ...his bedroom and well… We had some ruff hardcore sex.Fast forward to after the sex, but yet somehow I know we did. As well as in the next 5 years I had sex with every one of them on many occasions. I also found out something else. I found out that these men were not good guys. Warrior they were called but to serve what exactly I did not know. But it seems it. Sam's eyes narrowed as he felt something from the other mind. [So I take it you are a Cliveastone also?] [A Cliveastone? I... no sir I am...not a Cliveastone. I am a Dronditte from the home world of the IP.] The thoughts replied. Sam's narrowed more as he felt the struggle of the mind as it was answering. Something is definitely off with this mind. It feels far more powerful than anything I have ever felt. [I'm sorry, I know that you are not!] Sam thought then was looking at what he saw was a. “Are you just gonna stand there?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. “I’ll just…look around.”“Suit yourself.” Damon said and dashed up the stairs. Tristan wondered around looking at pictures and admiring the general architecture of the whole place. It was exquisite. But then, Matt Reid, Damon’s dad, had always had great taste. The man had style. The place belonged to Damon now since it was rumored that his mother was happy on a little Island with her new husband and wanted nothing to do with the. The next morning I received an email, it was to inform me that Sara would be enjoying another Spa weekend commencing the following Friday evening. She would not return until Monday. She will be informed personally with the details. I tried to access her email account, the passwords had changed I had to wait to see what she said. It was Tuesday when she asked if it would be ok for her to go to the Spa, she said she was ready for another fitness weekend. I asked her to delay it a week, she said.