During dinner, Clairvaux asked if I would consider accompanying him to meet Sultan Al-Nasir Muhammad so he could personally give his pledge there woul...d be no further Crusades. He also hoped to be allowed to make a pilgrimage to Jerusalem before returning to Rome. Messengers were dispatched to make the arrangements so we could sail in a couple of days--after Clairvaux had a chance to spend some time with his family. A ship was dispatched immediately to let Al-Nasir know that we would be arriving. " I murmured. "If I put my foot down and traffic is kind we'll have at least three hours..." Long enough ... ohhhhh, ohhhhhhh, oooooh, Charlie!" She gasped as I slowly circled her clitoris and entrance with my fingers whilst struggling to keep the car straight on the road.I kept my fingers on Kirsty's pussy as I floored the accelerator in an attempt to get home before the moment went. As it is Kirsty's moans and her pelvic gyrations increased and her pleasure at my touch kept her on the boil as. ‘That’s Poodle,’ he said with a smirk. I tried as hard as I could not to laugh. I really did. ‘…Poodle?’ I choked out. The thing was majestic and downright terrifying. In my opinion, it was the Darth Vader of all horses, and Tripp had named it, Poodle. ‘Yep, he’s a mustang. I’ve been training him for about a month now. He’s still pretty crazy, but I’m really starting to make some progress. I wanted a challenge, and I certainly got that with him.’ ‘But…Poodle? Don’t you think he’s more of a. And if i see laughter at me in the eyes of others, i do not recognize it, for who are they to call my Master wrong? If He says i am His toy, His slut, His tramp, then i am that…as wanton and dirty as He wants me to be, and if others do not see this, then it is they who are blind, not my Master. my mind is His, to expand, to explore, to know as only He can. i have no secrets from Him…for secrets are a thing that would keep me from being perfectly His. Secrets would put a wall.