“Hm, are you going to be a good slut?” he asked quietly. “Yes” I said quickly…a little too quickly- I forgot something. I received a sharp s...lap to the nipple for my mistake.“Yes what?” he said, kicking me. I lost balance and couldn’t help myself from falling as my arms were still bound in the rope. He yanked me upright by my hair. “Yes what?” he repeated, still holding my hair. “Yes Master, I’ll be a good slut for you Master,” I amended quickly. He released my hair and spat on me. “Thank you. Keeping my cool and trying not to let her see that she embarrassed the hell out of me I smiled. “Is that the best you’ve got?” I winked. “Oh, I’ve got loads of things up my sleeve and top, just you wait” she chuckled. “Care to share any with me?” I replied. Reaching for my hand she pulls me to a deserted alley at the back of the theme park and slides my hand all the way up her top, becoming aroused and surprised at the same time, groping her breasts very gently I begin to fondle with her. Goingdirectly into the private quarters of the castle rulers, hepaused for a second to stare at the dead body of the king,which was just inside the door and the nearby dead body ofhis beloved queen. At that time, there were many smallkingdoms within the Anglo countryside and Merlin had knownthis particular dead royal family quite well. Pausingbeside the man's dead body, the ancient magician noted thatthe looters had tortured him then slit his throat when theyfinished with him. Merlin knew that. And it won’t matter when it happens to you; you won’t think about it, you won’t even worry about it any more, because you won’t get the same urges. See what I mean? You won’t worry, because you won’t want it. You’ll see.”George the impossibly inarticulate left the room to get on with his post and when the raucous mirth and whooping had died down, the last word on the subject was mine: “I’ll tell you this much: to wake up without a hardon is a joke. The very day I wake up and don’t want it any.