He's the shipping merchant who made all of his money by figuring out how to keep livestock alive for long voyages without much loss. He also expanded ...into farming and he has a distillery that ships out good short beer if I remember correctly. My husband got a few good ideas from him," said Suzan."Yep, that's him. Well he has a problem. Someone has kidnapped his son, the heir to his fortune and lands, and they said that if he told anyone they would kill him and make it look like he had a small. The crowd answered, shouting backover each other with a mixture of boy and girl responses referring to theguest gracing the stage.By the end of the hour, the wheels in Mark's mind were turning. Not becauseof the beauty of the guest, though that was intriguing as well. No, Mark waswondering what kind of culture must exist behind this parade of pageantry.Who are these men? Where do they come from? And how did they get to thispoint in their lives?All through the show, Mark was taking notes. I waited until Saturday morning, the first Saturday I had in fact not actually slept in. The one thing that hadn't changed and remained a constant, was Bella going out for her morning run. I heard her door open, bright and early as usual, knew she was up and heard her feet on the steps heading downstairs going out. She was usually gone a little over an hour, so I settled back in bed anxiously waiting with my door open. I sat slowly pleasuring myself, stroking my cock almost mindlessly in fact,. This had become a very strange night and it was about to become even stranger. It’s funny how a bunch of damned pigs can play havoc with your life.We were four short blocks from home. That was nothing. At least, it was nothing if you had on, say, a pair of undies. We didn’t. And of course the street lights were on our side of the road and I felt horribly visible. Anybody coming down the street would see us in an instant.“Let’s cross and walk along the far side,” I suggested. “It’s darker and if.